Theres 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, Im 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 couldnt 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 Its hard to go out with a saint Whos French and comes from France I start to scream, I almost faint Shes 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 dont want to sound like a fascist But its 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 bitch, ooh Youre a martyr from France Im just a regular guy from New Jersey But we have burning fire and heat, ooh Youve got the stigmata, I want the stigmata Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up
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