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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 a regular guy from New Jersey
But we have burning fire and heat oooh
You've got the stigmata
I want the stigmata
Joan of Arc keeps burning up