Joan of Arc

There’s a fire in the schoolyard,
All our children are ablaze,
Standing in the dirty water,
Ashes mixing with the rain.
There are fires in the churches,
Now they say our god is dead,
And I know we’re all alone here now,
But I still pray at night in bed.
There was nothing that could save him,
There was a crime and he would pay;
They hung him by the courthouse
On our wedding day.
And the band played, quietly and slowly,
Some old funeral song for that baby she’s holding,
And if I leave now, I would be more careless than carefree,
But if this life has done one thing to please me, please tell me.
There’s a fire in our hearts, love,
And only blood can put it out,
And there’s static on the radio,
And I think I hear the shout
Of a girl who swears she’s dying
Not of sickness, but of loss;
She says, �the freedom that I found comes
At too great of a cost.�
She shouts, �if love is not the answer,
Then how can we be set free?
And how could you be unfaithful
To a pretty girl like me?�
She cries, â€�I’ve lost my beauty,
The way you lost your heart.�
And I said, �my father was a drunk,
But my mom was Joan of Arc.�