I'm the kid on the block. With my head made of rock. And I ain't got nobody. I'm the state of the art. Got a brain a la carte. I make the babies cry. I ain't one of the crowd. I ain't one of the guys. They just avoid me. They run and they hide. Are my colors too bright. Are my eyes set too wide. I spend my whole life. Burning turning. I'm a teenage Frankenstein. The local freak with the twisted mind. I'm a teenage Frankenstein. These ain't my hands. And these legs ain't mine. Oh no!. Got a synthetic face. Got some scars and a brace. My hands are rough and bloody. I walk into the night. Women faint at the sight. I ain't no cutie-pie. I can't walk in the day. I must walk in the night. Stay in the shadows. Stay out of the light. Are my shoulders too wide. Is my head screwed on tight. I spend my whole life. Burning turning. I'm a teenage Frankenstein. The local freak with the twisted mind. I'm a teenage Frankenstein. These ain't my hands. And these legs ain't mine.