Joan Of Arc Lyrics
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Joan Of Arc Lyricsby Alice Deejay Buy album CD: Who Needs Guitars Anyway? There's lots of things in a human head That 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 face And 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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