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St. Frankenstein Video (MV)




Performed By: Martin Storrow
Length: 4:15
Written by: Martin Storrow




Martin Storrow - St. Frankenstein Lyrics




Come see the world from the back of a taxi
Come see the night through the eyes of the moon
Taste the sweat and the saltwater taffy
We can swim the street, fall asleep on the roof

At the tryst of Columbus and Kearny
There's a hustler with lust in his eyes
He's barking at the stars and sucking down cigars
And saying to me boy, you can come inside

And we are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein

I still ache from the wait at the station
I'm as green as the grass in my lungs
And I'm alive with each new inhalation, yeah
Every time I breathe, I believe in love and

We are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein, hey!

There's an old man whose voice I remember
They say he's the last of his kind
And his minions refuse to surrender, yeah
They will march underground till the day they die

And we bow to the God of Illusion
And we Howl at the hollow hotels
Leave the church in a state of confusion, yeah
Leave the angels playing where they fell and

And we are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein

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Come see the world from the back of a taxi
Come see the night through the eyes of the moon
Taste the sweat and the saltwater taffy
We can swim the street, fall asleep on the roof

At the tryst of Columbus and Kearny
There's a hustler with lust in his eyes
He's barking at the stars and sucking down cigars
And saying to me boy, you can come inside

And we are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein

I still ache from the wait at the station
I'm as green as the grass in my lungs
And I'm alive with each new inhalation, yeah
Every time I breathe, I believe in love and

We are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein, hey!

There's an old man whose voice I remember
They say he's the last of his kind
And his minions refuse to surrender, yeah
They will march underground till the day they die

And we bow to the God of Illusion
And we Howl at the hollow hotels
Leave the church in a state of confusion, yeah
Leave the angels playing where they fell and

And we are feeling famous
We are dancing through the corners of our time
I'm a child in the city of the nameless, yeah
You can call me St. Frankenstein

Take it away...
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Writer: Martin Storrow
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