BLUE OYSTER CULT - Joan Crawford lyrics

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Junkies down in brooklyn are going crazy<br>They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street<br>Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls<br>Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat<br><br>No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br><br>Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara<br>They chain themselves to the axles of big mac trucks<br>The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels<br>The fat lady laughs, gentlemen, start your trucks<br><br>Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br><br>Christina<br>Mother's home<br>Christina<br>Come to mother<br>Christina<br><br>No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br>Joan crawford has risen from the grave<br>Joan crawford has risen