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