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The Problem With Saints

Neil Gaiman
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 I wish  that Joan of Arc
 wouldn't hang  around the park
 pronouncing  that she won't get burned again
 Her arm  is very shiny
 and her message  is divine
 but I wish  she'd take a day off now and then
 She says  it clears your head
 when you come  back from the dead
 with your sword  as sharp as anything that cuts
 And to prove  it she bisected
 three young tourists  from Utrecht
 which rapidly  dis-played  a lot  of guts
 She says  we need to raise a brand new army
 and the flag  of France so proudly she unfurled.
 and the people  that she hated will be neatly  bifurcated
 and the British  will no  longer  rule  the world.
 She says it  was a mistake
 to let them burn  her at the stake
 and she learned  a lesson back there in the flames
 So she's going  to kill the queen
 and then she'll rescue  old Orleans
 and it's really  hard to hang around with saints.
 I think  I ought to tell
 her that the English  left in failure
 and they don't  go back to France except on hols.
 But I saw  her vivisect a man
 who wanted  to correct her
 and the playground  soon re-sembled  grand  guignol
 She says  we need to raise a brand new army
 And she marched  us round until we couldn't stand
 She says the nation  she abhors will soon be writhing  on the floor
 And the British  will no  longer  rule  her land
 And she's  waiting for the dauphin
 who will come  across the ocean,
 And knows  that God agrees with her complaints
 So I'm hoping  that she'll ignore
 my English accent  in her war
 'Cause it's really  hard to hang around with saints
 She says  we need to raise a brand new army
 and the flag  of France so proudly she unfurled.
 and the people  that she hated will be neatly  bifurcated
 and the British  will no  longer  rule
 and the British  will no  longer  rule
 and the British  will no  longer  rule  the world

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Readable chord sheet for The Problem With Saints by Neil Gaiman

I [F#m]wish that Joan of Arc
wouldn't h[A]ang around the park
prono[D]uncing that she won't get burned [Bm]again
Her [F#m]arm is very shiny
and her m[A]essage is divine
but I w[D]ish she'd take a day off now and [Bm]then

She [Bm]says it clears your head
when you c[A]ome back from the dead
with your s[F#m]word as sharp as anything that c[A]uts
And to p[Bm]rove it she bisected
three young to[A]urists from Utrecht
which ra[F#m]pidly d[Bm]is-pl[A]ayed a l[E]ot of [F#m]guts

She s[Bm]ays we need to raise a brand new a[A]rmy
and the [F#m]flag of France so proudly she unf[A]urled.
and the p[Bm]eople that she hated will be n[A]eatly bifurcated
and the B[F#m]ritish will [Bm]no l[A]onger r[E]ule the [F#m]world.

She says [F#m]it was a mistake
to let them b[A]urn her at the stake
and she le[D]arned a lesson back there in the f[Bm]lames
So she's g[F#m]oing to kill the queen
and then she'll r[A]escue old Orleans
and it's r[D]eally hard to hang around with s[Bm]aints.

I t[Bm]hink I ought to tell
her that the E[A]nglish left in failure
and they d[F#m]on't go back to France except on h[A]ols.
But I [Bm]saw her vivisect a man
who w[A]anted to correct her
and the p[F#m]layground soon [Bm]re-s[A]embled gra[E]nd gui[F#m]gnol

She s[Bm]ays we need to raise a brand new a[A]rmy
And she m[F#m]arched us round until we couldn't st[A]and
She says the n[Bm]ation she abhors will soon be wr[A]ithing on the floor
And the Br[F#m]itish will [Bm]no l[A]onger r[E]ule her [F#m]land

And [F#m]she's waiting for the dauphin
who will c[A]ome across the ocean,
And k[D]nows that God agrees with her comp[Bm]laints
So I'm h[F#m]oping that she'll ignore
my English a[A]ccent in her war
'Cause it's r[D]eally hard to hang around with s[Bm]aints

She s[Bm]ays we need to raise a brand new a[A]rmy
and the [F#m]flag of France so proudly she unf[A]urled.
and the p[Bm]eople that she hated will be n[A]eatly bifurcated
and the B[F#m]ritish will [Bm]no l[A]onger r[E]ule
and the B[F#m]ritish will [Bm]no l[A]onger r[E]ule
and the B[F#m]ritish will [Bm]no l[A]onger r[E]ule the [F#m]world