8in8, Amanda Palmer, Ben Folds, Damien Kulash, Neil Gaiman - The Problem With Saints lyrics

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 said 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

She says we need to raise a brand new army
And the flag of France
So proudly she unfurled and the people that
She hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will
No longer rule the world
(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

She says we need to raise a brand new army
And she marched us
Round until we couldn’t stand
She says the nation
She abhors will soon be writhing on the floor
And the British will no longer rule her land

And she’s waiting for the dauphin who
Will come across the ocean
And knows that God agrees with her complaints
So I’m hoping she’ll ignore my
English accent in her war
‘Cause it’s really hard to
Hang around with saints

She says we need to raise a brand new army
And the flag of France
So proudly she unfurled and the people that
She hated will be neatly bifurcated
And the British will no longer rule
The British will no longer rule
The British will no longer rule the world!