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
Chorus:
Marilyn was lying all alone with an empty bottle by the phone Kennedy was not around she was cold when she was found But she'd gone where goddesses are sleeping Where the molten tongues of flame are leaping Or where the angel's hearts are heating
Joan of arc was burning at the stake somebody had made a big mistake She had lit a cigarette in an aiport 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
