Alice Cooper – 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 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