Frankenstein

Come on teetar

Why don't we stop?

Just wasting time

Wherever we go

The lights stay low

I'm Frankenstein

I know what you'll say

You mean the creation, not the creator

The night's where we play

Oh, man, Hemingway mojito chaser

Down where the streets get narrow

And the freaks get high on sorrow

Won't you dance like a monster with me?

Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss this goes off

This goes off

This goes off

It goes off

It goes off

What do you got?

'Cause you speak a lot

Like a nursery rhyme

Shadows and doubt

From north to south

But I'm Frankenstein

Oh, where to begin, just don't make me sin

With all those pretenders

I'm late for a thing and bored of your jingoistic agendas

Down where the streets get narrow

And the freaks get high on sorrow

Won't you dance like a monster with me?

Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss this goes off

This goes off

This goes off

It goes off

This goes off

This goes off

Down on the streets

Down with the freaks

Won't you dance like a monster with me?

Like a boss this goes

Off

It goes off

It goes off

It goes off

It goes off...