Frankenstein Party of Three: Your Table Is Ready - Kelly Joe Phelps

I’ll trim the sea with envy

Bounce the martyr from the ship

Tread on the bridge plank Merceyside*

With a slow and graceful clip

Sorrows of Young Werther**

Lying between the bread

And I’ll sup and dine with Frankenstein

Until I loose my head

It was a lovely simple thing

Twisted up her countenance

Pledge her honor to the ground

While choosing for the dance

The unsuspecting blue-faced lads

Soon to chase their minds

With red-tipped canes and bridled dogs

Lap the muddy brine

The bridge is green

Across a river brown

Seperates the sides

Runs down to the ocean

Fighting with the mighty tides

Like Lucy and the carnivour

Tug on a piece of meat

Knuckle scrape across her shirt

And down into the street

Knock heed and warning, brother man

Roll your shoes up tight

Grab the switch with both cold hands

And stare into the light

Close your eyes and feign to weep

To seal the stronger reign

Rest assured your trinkled thought

Will spring straight back again

I will trim the sea with envy

Bounce the martyr from the ship

I will draw the bridge plank Merseyside

With a slow and graceful clip

Sorrows of young Werther

Lying between the bread

And I’ll sup and dine with Frankenstein

Until I loose my head