Well you can tell from my bloodshot eyes
That it ain't no joke and it ain't no lie
I need someone to oil my mind
Stitch my heart and nail my spine
You could be my Frankenstein (alright)

Well the girls get scared / the [bad word] and hide
From the way that I walk and my crooked smile
I need someone to oil my mind
Stitch my heart and nail my spine
You could be my Frankenstein (alright)