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Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy |
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They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street |
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Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls |
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Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara |
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They chain themselves to the axles of big Mac trucks |
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The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels |
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The fat lady laughs, "Gentlemen, start your trucks" |
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Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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(Christina) |
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(Mother's home) |
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(Christina) |
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(Come to mother) |
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(Christina) |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen from the grave |
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Joan Crawford has risen |
