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