Lovecraft in Brooklyn
by The Mountain Goats
From the album: Heretic Pride
Track 8 of 13 on Heretic Pride (2008).
Duration: 3:51
Lyrics for Lovecraft in Brooklyn
Gonna be too hot to breath today But everybody is out here on the streets Somebody has 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 funhouse mirrors Stick to the shadows when I can Lovecraft in Brooklyn Well the sun goes down The armies of the voiceless Several Hundred-thousand strong Come without their bandages Their voices raised in songs When the street lights sputter out They make this awful sizzling sound I cast my gaze towards 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 everyday to try to keep the wolves away Imagine nice things I might say If company should come Woke up afraid of my own shadow Like, Genuinely afraid Headed for the pawnshop To buy myself a switchblade Someday somethings 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 Yeah!