| 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
(Christina... Mother's home!
No,
no...
Christina...
No, no - no, no...
Come to Mother...
No, no - no, no, no no
no no no no
Christina...)
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 |
