| Lyrics: | 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.
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... |
