It's gonna be too hot to breathe today And 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 funhouse 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 bloodstains 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 Like, genuinely afraid Headed for the pawn shop 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 a girl behind the counter She asks me how I feel today I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn |
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