Frankenstein Party of Three: Your Table Is Ready

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