I'm the kid on the block With my head made of rock And I ain't got nobody I'm the state of the art Got a brain a la carte I make the babies cry
I ain't one of the crowd I ain't one of the guys They just avoid me They run and they hide Are my colors too bright Are my eyes set too wide I spend my whole life Burning, turning
I'm a teenage Frankenstein The local freak with the twisted mind I'm a teenage Frankenstein These ain't my hands And these legs ain't mine
Got a synthetic face Got some scars and a brace My hands are rough and bloody I walk into the night Women faint at the sight I ain't no cutie-pie
I can't walk in the day I must walk in the night Stay in the shadows Stay out of the light Are my shoulders too wide Is my head screwed on tight I spend my whole life Burning, turning
I'm a teenage Frankenstein The local freak with the twisted mind I'm a teenage Frankenstein These ain't my arms And these legs ain't mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
