Lyric Teenage Frankenstein

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