They wanted images
When images were unspoken
They depended upon illusion -
Call it 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
Whoa 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 to the wall
Turn it to the wall, baby
Turn it to the wall, Joan...
Gone 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, hearing the door slamming behind him
Ooh, she didn't even know why he left her...
He said, "Turn it to the wall, baby..."
Turn to the wall
Turn 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 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 that 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 that 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...
~`*`~`*`~
~ Stevie with FM
~ Tango outtake
