Some Monsters Make It

Dr. Frankenstein, well he had no clue what he was doin'
You can't just give somethin' life and get it up on its feet and turn it loose
You gotta teach it how to act, you gotta teach it how to live
You gotta teach it how to love, you gotta teach it how to give
And if you don't then don't be surprised by that angry mob
Well, none of these lessons were ever taught by the father to the son
The only thing he ever got was "If you want somethin' done then get it done"
You gotta work and work and work some more,
You gotta do it yourself so that you can be sure
That the bolts are tight and the stitches will never fall out
Trapped up in the windmill, this was the end of course
Everyone in the crowd had a pitchfork or a torch
At this point he might just give in to his doom
Instead he did the only thing he was ever taught to do
And that's never give up, no, never slow down
Just keep on workin' and you'll pull through
Do it yourself, don't wait for help
Try to be fair and always tell the truth
The smoke was rising when the windmill was set aflame
The monster yelled to the mob, "Please let me explain"
He told them all about his first few rough minutes of life
He begged for forgiveness, he apologized and he cried
They dropped their torches and swords and they took his hand
They looked him in his mismatched eyes and said, "We understand"
We understand