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
No, no no no, no no no no no no no no,
The sky is filled with hurt and shivering angels The fat lady lives! Children, start your trucks!
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
No, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
(Christina. Mother's home!
Christina.
Come to Mother.
No, no No, no
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
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.
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