Ne Mosquitoes Pass by Joan of Arc Lyrics

Young woman praise the suffering
Toilet brush and ice bucket
Where are you now?
How long is your hair?

Young man praise the suffering
Any drunk's "love you"s and "fuck you"s
There's a couch at the back of my work you can sleep on

Blessed be foolishness, blessed be contradictions
Blessed be I don't even know when I'm joking or not anymore
Blessed be doubts and blessed be we images
Blessed be we're always leaving

Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Fucking strangers feels better, feels better, fucking strangers
Big gay Mr. T knocked your fucking teeth out with a telephone