I went in like Joan
No voice to guide me
And carry a picture
In my teeth
A wedding like Joan's
No voice to guide me
I carry a picture
In my teeth
Next time I'm feeling better
I'll keep my lips together
I'll wear my leather sweater
And never once forget her
Your dilated eyes
And guarded paradise
you carry a picture of Joan
I know you're upset
Because you haven't shaved your legs
And you're not a woman
Who might think that was European
Do words stand alone
Will words stand behind you
Will words burn a picture
In your teeth
Next time I'm feeling better
I'll keep my legs together
I'll wear my leather sweater
And never once forget her
Next time I'm feeling better
I'll put my hands together
I'll waive my right to pleasure
And keep my legs together