Obscene angles,
On dreams landscape desolate -
will Night-gaunts make a meal of me yet?
In Innsmouth’s only bar,
a squamous man.
Why risk losing your sanity
when you're destined to be
an Elder Thing’s treat?
I would escape tonight,
but I haven't any arms to bear.
That man is so gruesome
from some kind of loathsome nightmare.
Arrrggh! A Deep One in the bar,
he’s screaming in my face
and hits me with a swing.
He knows so many arcane things
He knows so much about dread things
I would escape tonight,
but I haven't any arms to bear.
That man is so gruesome
from some kind of loathsome nightmare.
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, a squamous man
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, a squamous man
Arrrggh! A Deep One in the bar, he’s screaming in my face and hits me with a swing. He knows so much about dread things He knows so many eldritch things He knows so many dreadful things...
- with apologies to both HP Lovecraft and Steven Morrissey :)