Joan Crawford - Live at Bond's International Casino, New York City, NY - June 1981

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 schoolgirls have thrown away their mascara
 They chain themselves to the axles of big Mack trucks
 The sky is filled with hurt and shivering angels
 The fat lady lives children, start your trucks
 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
 
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 (Christina mother's home)
 No, no (Christina), no, no, no
 No, no, no, no (come to mother), no, no, no
 No-no-no, no (Christina)
 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
 Good God