Lyrics New Wave Hippies - Joan of Arc

New Wave Hippies

I was doing my own, nothing special
Futile strut down the street
Stopping at every corner to scream
Help
Knocking every door
'Hello, I’m here for the art show'
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
Two jerks tonight out on the street
Both look just like Einstein
One has crumbs in his moustache
And the other one waves
Me and people people drink
Because people die
Some box of cupric sound effects
On the cover bands play
'Boink', 'oof', 'boink'
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
And even worse being people people love each other
Dying must remind people of that
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels
So drinking it, oh
The big mind
And someone else bad behaviour
Oh, forgive me
Sure, I bet my big bear beard
Might clarify
Both honey and pie
But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still
The sting, the sting
But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still
The sting, the sting
That’s all I got
But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still
The sting, the sting
I was doing my own, nothing special
Futile strut down the street
Stopping at every corner to scream