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Joan Crawford Lyric | Blue Oyster Cult |  |  | Don't Fear The Reaper: |  |
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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 risen
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