Joan Of Arc

#1

They wanted images
When images were unspoken
They depended upon illusion
Calling the illusion gold and glitter
And they came in tired
And they said tired was the end of the line
Well I can’t save you
Joan of Arc…this time

Turn to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall now
Turn it to the wall
Joan of Arc…
Turn to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall now
Whoa, no
There’s really nothing that you can do for me
To make better

Well, there’s a few martyrs in our century
They take a limousine
Because everything else is taken care of
And they don’t even know what they died for

Turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall
Joan of Arc
Ooh….
Turn it to the wall
Turn it to the wall
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn it the wall, Joan

Gone like the wind
Like the stars in the dust
Well, her little toy soldier
is covered with rust
And your beautiful eyes
They look sad to me now
And I don’t even know why you left me
She saw it all
It was a tiresome ending
He stormed out hearing the door slamming
Behind him
Ooh, and she didn’t even know why he left her

He said, turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall

Turn to the wall, baby
You go up against the wall now
Turn it to the wall, Joan
Ooh…
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall now
Ooh…
Up against the wall baby
Well, I can’t save you this time
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall
Whoa no…
Oh no..
Oh no…
So turn it to the wall
Get up against the wall, baby
She says, “Is there anything I can do for you
To make you better”
So
Just turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall
Oh, no there’s really nothing that you can do
Turn to the wall, Joan
Ooh…
Turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall now
Up against the wall
Joan of Arc

 

#2

They wanted images
Images were unspoken
They depended upon illusion
Calling the illusion gold and glitter
And they came in tired
Said tired was the end…of the line…
Well, I can’t save you
Joan of Arc

They wanted images
When images were unspoken
They depended upon illusion
Calling the illusion gold and glitter
And they came in tired
Saying tired was just the end of the line…
But I can’t save you
Joan of Arc…

Well, there’s a few martyrs in our century
Well, they take a limousine
Since everything else is taken care of
And they don’t even know what they died for…

Turn to the wall
Turn to the wall, Joan
Joan of Arc…
Turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall, baby
Well, no there’s really nothing that you can do
To make it better

Gone like the wind
Like the stars in the dust
Well, the little toy soldier
Is covered with rust
And your beautiful eyes
They look sad to me now
And, I don’t even remember why you left me

Well, there’s a few martyrs in our century
Well, they take a limousine
Since everything else is taken care of

Turn to the wall, baby
Ooh…
Turn it to the wall
Turn to the wall, Joan
Ooh…
Turn it to the wall, baby
Joan of Arc

Turn it to the wall, baby
Ooh…
Turn it the wall, Joan
Well, oh no…
There’s really nothing that
You can do
Turn to the wall, baby

Turn to the wall, Joan
She says
Oh, is there anything I can do for you
To make you better
Says no, well
Turn to the wall, baby
There’s really nothing you can do for me
You can’t make it better
Ooh…
She saw it all, it was
A tiresome ending