Bride of Frankenstein

I'm lying in a hospital room The air is dripping with impending doom Now all these faces looking down at me Readying me for surgery They're all saying it'll all be sweet I'll be back on my feet in about a week But I don't hear a single word they say My mind is several million miles away I wanna be six foot three I want a bride he said Make me a bride he said From one who died he said I'm lying on an operating table I don't know nothing cos I'm not quite able To see or hear or feel a thing For my body's not finished or functioning They're putting me together out of other peoples' bodies But I don't mind and I haven't got a worry As long as they give me what I really crave A viable alternative to the grave I wanna be six foot three I want a bride he said Make me a bride he said From one who died he said Sewn up, so fine Bride of Frankenstein I'm lying in a hospital bed Don't know if I'm alive or dead And is it really true or merely fantasy That these so-called doctors made a monster out of me I'm staring at a place where my body used to start But it's been made a guinea-pig to surgical art I'm lying here locked in someone else's skin And heaben only knows the sorta state I'm in And god I'm six foot three I want a bride he said Make me a bride he said From one who died he said Sewn up, so fine Bride of Frankenstein