Mountain Goats Lovecraft In Brooklyn
It's going to be too hot to breathe today but
everybody's out here on the streets
Somebody's opened up the fire hydrant, cold water
rushing out in sheets
Some kid in a Marcus Allen jersey asks me for a
cigarette
Companionship is where you find it, so I take what I
can get
Hubcaps on the cars like fun house mirrors
Stick to the shadows when I can
Lovecraft in Brooklyn
When the sun goes down, the armies of the voiceless,
several hundred thousand strong
Come out without their bandages, their voices raised in
song
When the streetlights sputter out, they make this awful
sizzling sound
I cast my gaze toward the pavement, too many blood
stains on the ground
Rhode Island drops into the ocean
No place to call home anymore
Lovecraft in Brooklyn
Head outside most every day
To try to keep the wolves away
Imagine nice things I might say
If company should come
Woke up afraid of my own shadow, I mean, like genuinely
afraid
Headed for the pawnshop to buy myself a switchblade
Someday something's coming from way out beyond the
stars
To kill us while we stand here, it'll store our brains
in mason jars
And then the girl behind the counter
She asks me how I feel today
I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn
