Alice Cooper - Teenage Frankenstein [Vinch © Music] | Текст песни

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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 colours 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 mine.

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 colours 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.

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 mine.

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