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