Joan of Arc

They wanted images
When images were unspoken
They depended upon illusion...
Calling illusion, gold and glitter
And they came in tired
And they said tired was the end of the line
Well, I can't save you...
Joan of Arc...this time
Turn to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall, now
Turn to the wall...
Joan of Arc
Turn to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall now
Well, no there's really nothing that you can do for me...
To make me better...

Well, there's a few martyrs in a century
They take a limousine because everything else
Is taken care of...
And they don't even know what they died for
Turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall...
Joan of Arc
Ooh, turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall, Joan
Go like the wind...like the stars in the dust...
Well, her little tin soldier
Is covered with rust and
Your beautiful eyes...
Whoa, well they look sad to me now
And I don't even know why you left me
She saw it all...It was a tiresome ending,
He stormed out here and the door slamming...
Behind him
Ooh, she didn't even know why he left her

He said, turn it to the wall, baby
You go up against the wall now
Turn it to the wall, Joan
Ooh...turn it to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall, now
Ooh...up against the wall, baby
Well, I can't save you...this time
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall
Whoa, no
Oh, no...
Oh, no...

So turn it to the wall
Get up against the wall, baby
She says, "Is there anything I can do for you...
To make you better?"
So...just turn it to the wall, baby
Turn to the wall
Oh no, there's really nothing you can do
Turn to the wall, Joan
Ooh, turn to the wall
Turn it to the wall now
Up against the wall
Joan of Arc...
Oh no...
Oh no...