[Verse 1: Neil Gaiman]
I wish that Joan of Arc wouldn't hang around the park
Pronouncing that she won’t get burned again
Her armour's very shiny and her message is divine
But I wish she'd take a day off now and then
She says: It clears your head
When you come back from the dead
With your sword as sharp as anything that cuts
And to prove it she bisected
Three young tourists from Utrecht
Which rapidly displayed a lot of guts
[Chorus 1: Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer]
She says we need to raise a brand new army
And the flag of France so proudly she’ll unfold
She said: The people that she hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will no longer rule the world
[Verse 2: Neil Gaiman]
She says it was a mistake to let them burn her at the stake
And she learned a lesson back there in the flames
So she's going to kill the Queen
And then she'll rescue Old Orleans
And it's really hard to hang around with saints
I think I ought to tell her that the English left in failure
And they don't go back to France except on hols
But I saw her vivisect a man who wanted to correct her
And the playground soon resembled Grand Guignol
I wish that Joan of Arc wouldn't hang around the park
Pronouncing that she won’t get burned again
Her armour's very shiny and her message is divine
But I wish she'd take a day off now and then
She says: It clears your head
When you come back from the dead
With your sword as sharp as anything that cuts
And to prove it she bisected
Three young tourists from Utrecht
Which rapidly displayed a lot of guts
[Chorus 1: Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer]
She says we need to raise a brand new army
And the flag of France so proudly she’ll unfold
She said: The people that she hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will no longer rule the world
[Verse 2: Neil Gaiman]
She says it was a mistake to let them burn her at the stake
And she learned a lesson back there in the flames
So she's going to kill the Queen
And then she'll rescue Old Orleans
And it's really hard to hang around with saints
I think I ought to tell her that the English left in failure
And they don't go back to France except on hols
But I saw her vivisect a man who wanted to correct her
And the playground soon resembled Grand Guignol
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