Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth,
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
The Smiths
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