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'll Want It Back



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Joan, Joan Of Arc Keeps Burning Up(2x)



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.



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Joan Of Arc, Joan Of Arc, Joan Of Arc

You Hot Little Catholic Bitch, Ooooh.

You're A Martyr From France.

I'm Just A Regular Guy From New Jersey.

But We Have Burning, Fire And Heat, Whoooh.

You've Got The Stigmata.

I Want The Stigmata.



(chorus)