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Текст (слова) песни: Alice Donut - Joan of Arc
Theres 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.
Im 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 couldnt leave it like that.
Just in case she wants it back.
Joan of arc keeps burning up.
Its hard to go out with a saint,
Whos french and comes from france.
I start to scream I almost faint.
Shes 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 dont want to sound like a fascist,
But its wrong to play with matches.
Joan of arc keeps burning up.
Joan of arc,
You hot little catholic bitch oooh.
Youre a martyr from france,
Im just an average guy from new jersey.
But we have fire, burning, heat oooh.
Youve got the stigmata,
I want the stigmata.
Joan of arc keeps burning up.
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