It's gonna be too hot to breath 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 songs
When the street lights 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
Like, genuinely afraid
Headed for the p*** 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
Yeah!
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 songs
When the street lights 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
Like, genuinely afraid
Headed for the p*** 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
Yeah!