[Verse 1 Eric Bloom] Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy Theyre 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, nono, 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, nono, no, no, no Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen from the grave [Bridge Eric Bloom] Christina Mothers 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, nono, no, no, no [ChorusOutro Eric Bloom Albert Bouchard] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nono, 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
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