Joan Of Arc (3`42) — текст песни (Alice Donut)

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.