Lyrics The Problem with Saints - Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer

The Problem with Saints

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 that 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!