Frankenstein – Editors – letras

Come on tick tock, why don’t we stop, just wasting timeWherever we go, the lights stay low, I’m FrankensteinI know what you’ll sayYou mean the creation, not the creatorThe night’s where we playOh man Hemingway mojito chaserDown where the streets get narrowAnd the freaks get high on sorrowWon’t you dance like a monster with me?Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss, this goes offIt goes offWhat do you got? Cause you speak a lotlike a nursery rhymeShadows and doubt, from north to southbut I’m FrankensteinOh, where to begin, just don’t make me sinwith all those pretendersI’m late for a thing, and bored of your jingoistic agendasDown where the streets get narrowAnd the freaks get high on sorrowWon’t you dance like a monster with me?Like a flare, like a gun, like a boss, this goes offDown on the streets, down with the freaksWon’t you dance like a monster with me?Like a boss, this goes offIt goes off