Made Out Of Bodyparts From The Graveyard   Some Had Turned Green, Some Are Black, Some Are White   She Has The Face Of A Nobel-price Girl   She Has The Brain Of A Miss World      Stiched Up With Love By Her Husband To Be   Reanimated For All Men To See   It Seems She's A Monster Amidst Human-kind   I Think She's A Beauty Just For My Eyes      She's My Monster-bride   Monster-bride   And She's Quite A Sight   Monster-bride   She's My Bride Of Fright   Monster-bride   She's My Monster-bride      Her Legs Are Too Long And Her Breast Are Too Full   One Eye Is Missing, Her Nose Is A Hole   No Hair On Her Scalp And Too Much On Her Chest   My Bride Is Perfect, So Good, So Undead      She Feels Like An Alien In Our World   Afraid To Be Seen With Her Scars And Her Burns   Once Hunted By Humans With Torches And Stones   She Died Again, Scared To The Bone Yeah