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 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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