Joan Crawford Lyrics - Fire Of Unknown Origin - Blue Oyster Cult

Junkies down in Brooklyn are goin' crazy 

They're laughin' just like hungry dogs in the street 

Policemen are hidin' 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 

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 shiverin' angels 

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

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 

Christina, mother's home 

Christina, come to mother 

Christina 

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