JOAN

I stood alone upon the shore

The ship was tall and dark against the

Sky as scarlet as a whore

And the sea as black as a pirate's heart

The wind came up and stung my face

I thought about a winter's night

I thought about our last embrace

And I recalled our final fight

The fire of her burning flesh

The horror of her haunted eyes

The trembling of her heaving breasts

And the hunger of her thighs

Chorus

Joan of Pain, Joan of Arc

You martyr mistress and mad mother

You tortured and you burned my heart

Now I can love no other

Joan was pretty as a flower

As deadly as a knife

She drained me of my power

She sucked out all my life

So I turned my back upon her bed

Her love and her devotion

I sailed across the seven seas

I crossed the deepest ocean

My heart is harder than a stone

I spit on love and laugh at war

But at night I hear the voice of Joan

And the memory cuts me to my core

Chorus

Joan of Pain, Joan of Arc

You martyr mistress and mad mother

You tortured and you burned my heart

Now I can love no other

Copyright Mathie 1993