Joan Crawford

Junkies down in Brooklyn are goin' crazy, they're laughin' just like

Hungry dogs in the street, Policemen are hidin' 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, 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 axels of big Mac trucks

The sky is filled with herds of shiver angels, the fat lady laughs

Gentlemen, start your trucks

No, 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)

(Come to mother)

(No, no, 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