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Lyrics for 'Joan Of Arc' by '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.
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