Joan Crawford-Blue Oyster Cult

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 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