Текст Editors – Frankenstein

Come on tick tock, why don’t we stop, just wasting time
Wherever we go, the lights stay low, I’m Frankenstein

I know what you’ll say
You mean the creation, not the creator

Down where the streets get narrow
And the freaks get high on sorrow
Won’t you dance like a monster with me?
Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss, this goes off…
It goes off…

What do you got? Cause you speak a lot, like a nursery rhyme
Shadows and doubt, from north to south, but I’m Frankenstein

Oh, where to begin, just don’t make me sin with all those pretenders
I’m late for a thing, and bored of your jingoistic agendas

Down where the streets get narrow
And the freaks get high on sorrow
Won’t you dance like a monster with me?
Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss, this goes off…

Down on the streets, down with the freaks
Won’t you dance like a monster with me?
Like a boss, this goes off
It goes off…