Gabriel Mann - Teenage Frankenstein

Tekst :

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

Inne utwory

  • I am the future
  • Detroit city
  • Blow me a kiss
  • Former lee warmer
  • Prettiest cop on the block
  • Guilty
  • Lace and whiskey
  • Make that money
  • Snakebite
  • Sex, death and money
  • Blue turk
  • Leather boots
  • Unholy war
  • Millie and billie
  • Losowe utwory

    Make that money

    When I Was a Boy
    I Never Played With Toys
    Never Had a Friend
    Never Laughed Or Cried Much
    And When I Was a Boy
    My Father Was a Man
    With a Strict and Sturdy Hand
    No Soft Touch
    Make That Money, Make That Money
    Make That Money Run Like Honey
    On Your...

    Love me two times

    Ah yeah
    Love me two time baby
    Love me twice today
    Love me two time girl
    I m goin away
    Love me two time girl
    Once for tomorrow, once just for today
    Love me two time I m goin away

    Get crunk tonight

    Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
    Girl you know I meant to call you that night
    Don t talk about that, I m calling you now
    I m feeling horny and I want you so bad
    I m picturing that I m seeing your mouth
    I...

    Detroit city

    Me and Iggy Were Giggin With Ziggy and Kickin
    With the Mc5
    Ted and Seger Were Burnin With Fever
    And Let the Silver Bullets Fly
    The Kid Was in His Crib, Shady Wore a Bib
    And the Posse Wasn`t Even Alive
    Shock Rock Choppin Block,
    Sort to Make Your Heart Stop
    Shovin...

    Play some rock

    Longing for the
    schoolyard
    Reaching for the scenes
    Reminded by the songs that will never disappear
    Random like the infants
    Outdated like the old
    Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure
    Doing some rehearsal
    Exercising in the cold
    Lowering the standarts...