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Hey lookee here the book of saints What they are is what you ain't You go on all cripple-fisted You know you're strong enough to lift this How's it feel to play Saint Joan? ? poor burnt bone I will not martyr, I will not martyr I will hit you harder I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder Keep back, keep back a hundred metres They saw Saint Agnes being good So on the road they went to kill her One strike of his sword killed that little girl She cried, I belong to my saviour I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder Keep back, keep back a hundred metres I will not martyr, I will not martyr I will live long and happy on your bread and water I will not martyr, I will not martyr I made you monsters, I can make you harder Letras de cancionesWhat if you missed it, what if you missed it? Should I have jumped and you resisted? How's it feel to play Saint Claire? Our bodies are not made of brass They're made of thread and air And blood comes out in pints and litres Keep your paws off filthy cheaters It takes two men to hold me down, it takes three men to hold me down, it takes five men to hold me down It takes two men to hold me down, it takes nine men to hold me down, it takes twelve men to hold me down With a broken bone and a gashed-up crown I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder Don't you know how fast I can run a hundred metres I will not martyr, I will not martyr I will live long and happy on your blood and water I will not martyr, I will not martyr I miss you all like I miss my daughter I will not martyr, I will not martyr I made you monsters, I can make you harder Keep your distance, keep your distance Try to show respect, to show resistance Keep your distance, keep your distance Try to show respect, to show resistance From Letras Mania