Joan Crawford

Christina, come to mother
Christina
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave

Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat
Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara
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
They chain themselves to the axles of big mac trucks
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
The fat lady laughs, "Gentlemen, start your trucks"
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
The sky is filled with herds of shiverin' angels

Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Christina, mother's home
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Policemen are hidin' behind the skirts of little girls
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave