Frankenstein - Editors

Come on tick tock, why don’t we 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 night’s where we play

Oh man Hemingway mojito 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…

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 sin 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…

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…