Where's Joanna?

I got Joanna's head in my closet

And our body in my trunk

I got her teeth collecting in a little jar

Next to a jar with her lungs

I got her hair stuffed tight in my pillowcase

And it comforts me in the night

And I keep our tongue in my bedside drawer

So I can use it when I like

But when people come round they ask

Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Ha!

They pick up her fingers, I say

Those are Hannah's, those are Hannah's, oh!

But only magpies and crows would pick

At my hollow, greedy, pink snatch

Drowned in folds of fat, white skin

The world just shouldn't get so attached

Well, is this a dagger before me?

Or is this just another lie?

I'm getting sick of these bloodstained hands

But they tell me boys don't cry

But her mother came 'round and begged

Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Wow!

Now she will never ask again

Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Ah!

But please don't look in my closet

Please don't look in my trunk

Please don't look in my garden

Please don't look at my junk

Please don't look in the river

Please don't look in the sea

Please don't look, Joanna

So please don't look for me!

Where's Joanna?

Where's Joanna?

Where's Joanna?

Where's Joanna?

Joanna, Joanna, where's Joanna?

Joanna, Joanna, I'm Joanna