The Bride of Frankenstein
Now my hunger wakes
For my body it aches
To be held by a lady who can quell my shakes
Well if she doesn't exist
Well then I'll just persist
By stitching one together who checks off this list
She'll have her lips
She'll have your eyes
She'll have a chest of the perfect size
She'll have your ass
She'll have her skin
She'll have raven hair as black as sin
Chills run down my spine
One hundred bodies made as one
As I lie entwined
With the bride, the Bride of Frankenstein
Now they tell me I'm sick
A twisted son of a bitch
For finding love so wrong that it cures my itch
Well I'm gonna embrace it
Lick my lips and taste it
And with chemical kisses we shall go to bed wasted
She'll have her nails
She'll have your toes
She'll have skin as white as the purest snow
She'll have her waist
She'll have your heart
And altogether she's a work of art
Dearly departed, we are gathered to join
Man and monstrosity in holy matrimony
If anyone should object to the union of this horrific crime
Then you may now kiss the bride
Bells toll, as you walk the aisle
My undead Bride
Your soul, a mongrel monster
Mine, 'til the end of our time
For my body it aches
To be held by a lady who can quell my shakes
Well if she doesn't exist
Well then I'll just persist
By stitching one together who checks off this list
She'll have her lips
She'll have your eyes
She'll have a chest of the perfect size
She'll have your ass
She'll have her skin
She'll have raven hair as black as sin
Chills run down my spine
One hundred bodies made as one
As I lie entwined
With the bride, the Bride of Frankenstein
Now they tell me I'm sick
A twisted son of a bitch
For finding love so wrong that it cures my itch
Well I'm gonna embrace it
Lick my lips and taste it
And with chemical kisses we shall go to bed wasted
She'll have her nails
She'll have your toes
She'll have skin as white as the purest snow
She'll have her waist
She'll have your heart
And altogether she's a work of art
Dearly departed, we are gathered to join
Man and monstrosity in holy matrimony
If anyone should object to the union of this horrific crime
Then you may now kiss the bride
Bells toll, as you walk the aisle
My undead Bride
Your soul, a mongrel monster
Mine, 'til the end of our time
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Writer(s): So Long Until The Séance
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