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 school girls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of big mac trucks
The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels

The fat lady laughs, "gentlemen, start your trucks"

Oh 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