Joan Crawford — текст песни (blue oyster cult)

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



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

Mothers 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