Joan Crawford

Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy
 They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street
 Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls
 Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat
 No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara
 They chain themselves to the axles of big Mac trucks
 The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels
 The fat lady laughs, "Gentlemen, start your trucks"
 Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 (Christina)
 (Mother's home)
 (Christina)
 (Come to mother)
 (Christina)
 No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
 Joan Crawford has risen