Текст песни: Joan of Arc + перевод

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

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