New Wave Hippies - Joan of Arc

I was doing my own, nothing special

Futile strut down the street

Stopping at every corner to scream

Help

Knocking every door

'Hello, I’m here for the art show'

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

Two jerks tonight out on the street

Both look just like Einstein

One has crumbs in his moustache

And the other one waves

Me and people people drink

Because people die

Some box of cupric sound effects

On the cover bands play

'Boink', 'oof', 'boink'

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

And even worse being people people love each other

Dying must remind people of that

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

I know how the nicest guy in ISIS feels

So drinking it, oh

The big mind

And someone else bad behaviour

Oh, forgive me

Sure, I bet my big bear beard

Might clarify

Both honey and pie

But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still

The sting, the sting

But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still

The sting, the sting

That’s all I got

But still, oh God, oh shit, oh still

The sting, the sting

I was doing my own, nothing special

Futile strut down the street

Stopping at every corner to scream