Frankenstein Editors

[Verse 1]
Comment dit-on? 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 nights where we play, old man Hemingway, mojito and chaser

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
This goes off, this goes off
It goes off, it goes off

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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