Alice Donut - Joan Of Arc (3'42) lyrics

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 s**er 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 want it back Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up Joan, 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, Joan of Arc keeps burning up Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc You hot little Catholic b**h, ooh You're a martyr from France I'm just a regular guy from New Jersey But we have burning fire and heat, ooh You've got the stigmata, I want the stigmata Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up