Joan Crawford 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 colour 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 herds of shivering angels

The fat lady laughs "gentlemen, 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

Christina

Come to mother

Christina

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

• Artist:Blue Öyster Cult
• Album:Fire of Unknown Origin