Joan of arc was burning at the stake
Somebody had made a big mistake
She had lit a cigarette
In an airport where you get
Your fingers taken off for smoking.
Meanwhile up the road a factory’s choking
The ones who killed her work there I’m not joking
The mona lisa’s sister doesn’t smile
She tried to pose but only for a while
Leonardo sent her home
Since then she has lived alone
With her few belongings and a copy
Of a painting of herself unhappy
She is going to burn it when she’s ready