And now I know how Joan of Arc felt, now I know how Joan of Arc felt. As the flames rose to her roman nose, and her walkman started to melt.
Bigmouth, bigmouth.. Bigmouth strikes again, and I've got no right to take my place to the Human race.
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt, now I know how Joan of Arc felt. As the flames rose to her roman nose, and her hearing-aid started to melt.
