Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joan of Arcadia, artist - B. Dolan.
Date of issue: 13.05.2013
Song language: English
Joan of Arcadia |
Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus |
Made of wood from the cross of its 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 |