Lyrics

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