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 risenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
