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letra de joan of arc - sun city girls

picture me in some abandoned corner and listen closely to what you think i may be saying. if voices were toys we could have so much fun
but i’d rather take them apart and see how they run
if the voice of st. joan were a supplement for thoughts culled from memory, would you feel her pain as if it were your very own? (i doubt it.)
if her voice were made of wax and it burned at the wick
would its smoke hover in the air and turn black and thick
and sing songs of torture that would make you feel sick?
yep, you guessed it, it’s the year 1431 and the guards are leading joan of arc to the courthouse where the inquisition will try her on the grounds of heresy
a venus in armor, a heart made of muscle
and with the sword of st. michael, the olive branches rustle
then they wither and fade from the long warring dance
after joan earned the victory driving the english from france
fe, fi, foe, fum…i smell the blood of an englishman
be he alive or be he dead….i’ll crush his bones to make my bread
the english were incensed, they made no amends
joan added injury to defeat, the english wanted their revenge
they said she was infernal, a consort of the devil
the inquisition was alerted of the maiden considered satan’s own rebel
her head was sh-rn of its hair, a skull on the make
for after the trial she’d be burned at the stake
“it’s time to light the fire.”
the crowd -ssembled to watch her burning
they stood and watched with bitter yearning
the fire crackled her mortal sh-ll
in a terrible coup between heaven and h-ll
flames of death all yellow and fierce
rising up towards heaven climbing up through her skirt
the crowd looked on at the maiden fair
as the fire l1cked onto her pubic hair
she steamed and she boiled and she prayed to her maker
grasping a burning cross to her breast as it baked her
there are onions in the field that make tears roll strong
but the sight of joan’s unburned heart in the ashes convinced the inquisition their judgement was dead wrong
they had committed a crime, a sin without redemption. the judges could not hide. god’s eyes stared down upon them and they all committed suicide
joan of arc met a martyr’s end
she took the blood of the englishmen
they had captured her beloved france so she ran them away
so, for crushing their bones she was burned today

- sun city girls

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