Lyrics - Joan Of Arc (3'42) by Alice Donut

There's lots of things in a human headthat
I hope
I never have to touch.
She likes the taste of burning flesh,cannibals eat their love.
I'm a sucker for romantic stuff.
She peeled the skin right off her faceand left it lying on the bathroom floor.
I put it into my suitcase,
I couldn't leave it like that.
Just in case she wants it back.
Joan of
Arc keeps burning up.
It's hard to go out with a saint,who's french and comes from
France.
I start to scream
I almost faint.
She's got the stigmata,
I want the stigmata.
I give her a
Marlboro cigarette.
She starts to smoke and smoke and smoke,sometimes even saints forget.
I don't want to sound like a fascist,but it's wrong to play with matches.
Joan of
Arc keeps burning up.
Joan of
Arc,you hot little
Catholic bitch oooh.
You're a martyr from
France,
I'm just an average guy from
New
Jersey.
But we have fire, burning, heat oooh.
You've got the stigmata,
I want the stigmata.
Joan of
Arc keeps burning up.

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