Well, Sadie came home with a bloody eye,
And a temperature
She threw her schoolbag between the TV,
and the furniture
Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc
With a knife in her hand, and a mother's love, she
turns and says:
"Whatever you have to tell,
don't tell anyone!"
Well, don't tell anyone!
They say revenge, it is the drug
Oh, that brings you foward
to whatever little thing that's ever pissed you off, oh!
Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc
With a knife in her hand and a mother's love, she
turns and says:
"Whatver you have to tell,
don't tell anyone!"
Don't tell anyone!
...
The river drifts like a jetstream into fiction
And all the lads flow the hall,
wooden floorboards and the hits from '94!
Blown through cheap speakers into ears
making memories, and
in the bathroom someone's stopped breathing
in the bathroom someone's stopped breathing!
Oh, no one deserves it, but she had it coming
No one deserves it but she had it coming.
Yeah! She had it coming!
Ooh, Cest La Vie, little Joan of Arc
With a knife in her hand, and a mother's love, she
turns and says:
"Whatever you have to tell,
don't tell anyone!"
"Whatever you have to tell,
don't tell anyone!"
D-don't tell anyone.
D-don't tell anyone.
Dont you, tell.