Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
So how's lettin' yourself go been goin'?
I see you still carry yourself like an oil painting
And trust every night worth it's only tomorrow
Still hanging yourself out all the time
Between my true friends
My new love and me
The drink'll help you talk, but it won't let you think
It's quite a lot when it's all we got
And i do trust we never even know when we were lying
With every superstition to only our advantage
Some trouble always sounds good
It's quite a lot when it's all we got
Oooooh la la
Here's to all the people with diseases
Oooooh la la
Here's to all the mistaken fame
Oooooh la la
What with all this quiet, it's just a hushed (lethal plea??)
So how's lettin' yourself go been goin'?
I see you're still making too many new friends to keep
But if my drunken logic won't protect, my drunken wisdom just might bet
Remembering all the kids still look the same