Teenage Frankenstein (1986/Live In Detroit)

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 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 no I ain`t one of the crowdI 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 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`m a teenage Frankenstein