I don’t know what the people know about Joan Marie
The black eyed queen of the secret fallen industry
She lost her soul in a violent cold conspiracy
Where no tears cry from the frozen eyes of anonymity

And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands
And he felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan
And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands
And he felt heart broke and lingered, Yea he felt heart broke and lingered

I don’t know why the people lie, I don’t honestly
And I won’t break when they interrogate me like Joan Marie
I’ve no respect for the architects of this industry
I have no fears and I’ll cry no tears for you Joan Marie

Cause you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
Yea you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin
Yea I’ve got scars on my skin, I’ve got scars on my skin

No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels

I won’t lie... I won’t... I won’t lie...I won’t

She’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And I felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan
And she’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin