B. Dolan - Joan of Arcadia lyrics

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus
Made of wood from the cross of it's namesake
She considered the splinters atonement
And when she came it would
Fill her with light!
Her body was an ocean full of wreckage
Her flesh was a map of hell
That spilled out the sides of her dresses
The flabby arms of modern surrender
A smothering mother’s body
Body like a black hole
Pulling calories and emotion and her
Many children to her she was childless
She was alone she found comfort in the bible
A gravity like her own
Promising always to pull her down
Before she floated into space
(and space was the place she feared most)
Staring out her window
Distant planets were cold
Until a voice came to her in the night
She was sitting in her kitchen
It was flooded with light
And she wandered out into her backyard
Wearing nothing but her house dress
And there behind the racist lawn status
And the plastic fountain
She saw her hedges in flames!
"speak to me lord" she said
And the world would never be the same
"speak to me lord" she said

I killed a queer for Christ and didn’t
Even get a thank you letter
I let Jesus take the wheel and
He drove me off the road and though i know
He only did that shit to test my faith
I'm saying nothing
I’m praying about it
I’m asking god to keep the lights
On and shrink my tumors
And keep em from privatizing my job
And to reach those in power!
Those who forsake this nation by
Not crushing the wicked &
Them who will not burn the
World out of their body
Those who refuse to kneel
Them who choose the wheel
Those demons walking the earth
Building evil empires
Threatening from outside i know that Satan
The stranger the foreign
The invader is the creator of Mexican
Immigrants and Al-Qaeda
And lord I’ll understand if you want
The earth to be flooded again
In fact my faith could melt an iceberg
If you ever need a hand
Just deliver me and mine to the Promised Land

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus
Made of wood from the cross of it’s namesake
And her orgasms were all omens
When she came it would fill her with right!
And when the light had finally left her
She lay ruined across her sheets
Her mouth unhinged her shape like a victim
Murdered, in a sleep without dreams
Joan of Arc was a warrior poet
And she baptized the world in flame
And she never stopped to wonder
For even a moment why "Jesus"
Never came