Blue yster Cult — Joan Crawford

[Verse 1: Eric Bloom] 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 [Chorus: Eric Bloom & Albert Bouchard] 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 [Verse 2: Eric Bloom] Catholic school girls 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" [Chorus: Eric Bloom & Albert Bouchard] 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 [Bridge: Eric Bloom] (Christina) (Mother's home) No, no, no, no (Christina) No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Come to mother) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (Christina) No, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no [Chorus/Outro: Eric Bloom & Albert Bouchard] 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