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Graveyard hum, tomb lids buzz
Cold wires twitch in a coffin's fuzz
I drag the casket onstage no grace
Plug in the corpse meet my fucking Frankenbass
Stitched up wood and a bolt neck grin
Copper veins where the soul leaks in
Pickguard scar like a ritual brand
I tune the thunder with a blood wet hand
Hear that rumble cauldron low
Rats in the rafters start to crow
Doctor of doom with a butchered tone
I raise the beast and claim the throne
Meet my fucking Frankenbass
Grave born growl in your face
Coffin lid groove, it shakes the place
Skull split pulse embrace the bass
Frankenbass, Frankenbass
Grinder dust in the fret slot seam
Dead star oil on the truss rod beam
Knobs like eyes that refuse to sleep
It feeds on crowds and the secrets they keep
Hit that E like a guillotine fall
Hear the ballroom of bones in the wall
Ribcage drum and a gallows sway
Every note drags dawn away
Meet my fucking Frankenbass
Grave born growl in your face
Coffin lid groove, it shakes the place
Skull split pulse embrace the bass
Frankenbass, Frankenbass
Left hand stitches scream
Right hand lightning's dream
No mercy, no halo grace
Bow before the Frankenbass
Tombstone tremolo, rumble of crypts
Hammer on horrors and clawed down slips
Octave quake like a church bell's curse
Low end sermon for the wicked and worse
Turn out the lights, feel the ground give way
Graveyard tango till the coffins sway
If you got a heartbeat, kiss it goodbye
This monster feasts when the amps run dry
Feed it, Feed it
Meet my fucking Frankenbass
Grave born growl in your face
Coffin lid groove, it shakes the place
Skull split pulse embrace the bass
When the last crowd gasp goes cold and thin
I lay it back in the box with a grin