text: At seventeen, she became the queen of Orleans
  A peasant child guided by a vivid dream
  She was cool before they knew what cool became
  She cut her hair and cross-dressed in a dangerous age
  She set a trend, a natural look was all the rage
  Imagine if theyd had merchandise and poster sales
  This bride of God, bigger than Elvis in her day
  She had it all until they burned it all away
  She swung a sword
  She rode a horse
  She wore her armor for the Lord
  But did she cry by candlelight?
  Was she lonely after dark?
  Did she pray for something more?
  Did anybody sleep with Joan Of Arc?
  She was small and more or less of common breed
  But saint aside, no stranger to a womans needs
  No handsome knights, no random acts of chivalry
  Her bed remained a simple place for her to sleep
  She swung a sword
  She rode a horse
  She wore her armor for the Lord
  But did she cry by candlelight?
  Was she lonely after dark?
  Did she pray for something more?
  Did anybody sleep with Joan Of Arc?
  They burned her down for her belief
  They burned her down for her faith
  They gave her up into the flames
  Proclaiming shed seen heavens face
  She swung a sword
  She rode a horse
  She wore her armor for the Lord
  But did she cry by candlelight?
  Was she lonely after dark?
  Did she pray for something more?
  Did anybody sleep with Joan Of Arc?
  They burned her down for her belief
  They burned her down for her faith
  They gave her up into the flames
  Proclaiming shed seen heavens face
  Did anybody sleep with Joan of Arc?
  They burned her down for her belief
  They burned her down for her faith
  They gave her up into the flames
  Proclaiming shed seen heavens face
  Did anybody sleep with Joan of Arc?