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