Bride Of Frankenstein

I'm lying in a hospital room

The air is dripping with impending doom

Now all these faces looking down at me

Readying me for surgery

They're all saying it'll all be sweet

I'll be back on my feet in about a week

But I don't hear a single word they say

My mind is several million miles away

I wanna be six foot three

I want a bride he said

Make me a bride he said

From one who died he said

I'm lying on an operating table

I don't know nothing cos I'm not quite able

To see or hear or feel a thing

For my body's not finished or functioning

They're putting me together out of other peoples' bodies

But I don't mind and I haven't got a worry

As long as they give me what I really crave

A viable alternative to the grave

I wanna be six foot three

I want a bride he said

Make me a bride he said

From one who died he said

Sewn up, so fine

Bride of Frankenstein

I'm lying in a hospital bed

Don't know if I'm alive or dead

And is it really true or merely fantasy

That these so-called doctors made a monster out of me

I'm staring at a place where my body used to start

But it's been made a guinea-pig to surgical art

I'm lying here locked in someone else's skin

And heaben only knows the sorta state I'm in

And god I'm six foot three

I want a bride he said

Make me a bride he said

From one who died he said

Sewn up, so fine

Bride of Frankenstein