One Twenty-two
I'm feeling horrified
Bride of Frankenstein is in my bed
All those scars she bears inside
Invisible behind her black veil
She-wolves tore me limb from limb
Then they gathered my remains
On a laboratory table
They patiently stitched my skin
High voltage was applied
To the shiny bolts in my neck
I walk the Earth again
My limbs are petrified
I cannot move I am cold and dead
My brain's preserved floating in a jar
Reassembled, risen from the slab
She-wolves tore me limb from limb
Then they gathered my remains
On a laboratory table
They patiently stitched my skin
High voltage was applied
To the shiny bolts in my neck
I walk the Earth again
