The Body Snatcher, 1945

A pound of flesh, warm or cold
Both are bought, both are sold
There’s dirt on my hands, I’ll say that’s true
But a poor man does what a poor man do

And the dead, the dead don’t mind and
The dead bring in some gold
So the dead are what I’ll find or…
…I’ll make my own

I’m a humble man you’d overlook
But a favor done, and you’re in my book
Just one thing, when that debt is paid
Is yours to guess, and mine to say

And the dead, the dead don’t mind and
The dead bring in some gold
So the dead are what I’ll find or…
…I’ll make my own

And the dead, the dead don’t mind and
The dead do what they’re told
So the dead are what I’ll find or…
…I’ll make my own

The Bride of Frankenstein, 1935

I know just what it’s like to be new someplace
I’ll bet I can guess how you’re feeling
Brand new surroundings and brand new faces
A sense of disorientation

But you don’t have to be alone
I don’t have to be alone
We don’t have to navigate this world on our own

I’m different, I know, but I tried to adapt
Now the shadows I welcome to hide me
But a graveyard ghost always seems to attract
Just the wrong kind of attention

But I don’t have to be alone
You don’t have to be alone
We don’t have to navigate this world on our own

We were made
We were made for each other

The nights I have dreamed of a hand I could hold
And of gentle arms wrapped all around me
But if you should turn leaving me in the cold
I’m not sure I could take the rejection

But we don’t have to be alone
We don’t have to be alone
We don’t have to navigate this world on our own

We were made
We were made for each other

A Mile of Ground

A girl carries water in a gasoline can
A mile to the well, another back again
She didn’t ask to be born in this place
She didn’t ask, but she carries the weight

A boy in Nebraska stares up into space
Feels misunderstood, he dreams of escape
He didn’t ask to be born in this place, but
His future ahead is for him to create

The same heart pounds
As they kick the dirt up from the ground

Why do we wait?
What does it take
To see that in my shoes or yours
A mile of ground
Wherever it’s found
Is still the same distance to cross

A man with an office a hundred floors up
Can see for miles but it isn’t enough
Didn’t know peace would be so hard to find
He looks at tomorrow with fear in his eyes

A girl in the street throws up her fist with a shout
Joining her voice with the gathering crowd
Didn’t know peace would be so hard to find
Seizes her chance to make a better life

The same heart beats
Inside a soul that longs for relief

Why do we wait?
What does it take
To see that in my shoes or yours
A mile of ground
Wherever it’s found
May be the same distance to cross
But if the road’s not paved
The journey’s not the same

We put, we put
One foot
Before, before
The other.