Teenage Frankenstein [3:37] - Constrictor, 1986
	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
	Oh no!

	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 hands
	And these legs ain't mine


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