Teenage Frankenstein (1986/Live In Detroit) - Alice Cooper
Written by:Alice Cooper
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 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
My shoulders too wide
Are my eyes screwed
My whole life
Burning turning
I'm a teenage Frankenstein
The local freak with the twisted mind
I'm a teenage Frankenstein
Ain't my hands
And legs ain't mine
Oh no