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 an average guy from new jersey.   But we have fire, burning, heat oooh.   You've got the stigmata,   I want the stigmata.      Joan of arc keeps burning up.