Editors - Frankenstein lyrics
[Editors - Frankenstein lyrics]
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
The nights where we play, old man Hemingway
Mojito and chaser
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
This goes off, this goes off
It 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 sing 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
This goes off, this goes off
It goes off, this goes off 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, it goes off it goes off
It goes off this goes off
Oh, it goes off it goes off
Oh, it goes off it goes off
Oh, it goes off