Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc swims in the dark
Can’t afford sightseeing tours
Trying to avoid that final plunge
Her instinct is to cut and run

And all about an earthly hush
Hotly pursued by French machines
Alouette and John Paul Sartre
Nightmare figures from her dreams

Joan baking on the cross
What part of life do you understand?
Crowd is getting rather hot
Moment of death quite close at hand

And in the wings a dead band plays
The grasshopper is quite a guy
The mandolin is going strong
And far away the fire engine

The king of night sits on his throne
Hoping for a better deal
Laying out his lucky cards
Only Joan knows how he feels

And the droog plays on and on
An enemy to wrong and right
Cutting up his symphony
Paper engines on the breeze

Joan of Arc hides in the dark
Final moment coming soon
She much prefers the hidden deeps
The endless howling of monsoon

And who could call her right or wrong
To summon armies to her side
To battle for what she held dear
With loss and death in every eye

Joan baking on the cross
What part of life do you understand?
Crowd is getting rather hot
Moment of death quite close at hand

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