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It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men |
| [0:09] |
Everywhere I go |
| [0:12] |
From the minute I got to town And started to look around |
| [0:17] |
I thought these ill-bred people's gillslits showed |
| [0:21] |
I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men |
| [0:25] |
Right outside my door |
| [0:29] |
As I try to escape in fright |
| [0:31] |
To the moonlit Innsmouth night I can hear some more |
| [0:38] |
They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes |
| [0:40] |
A profound desire to flee |
| [0:42] |
Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink |
| [0:44] |
Like a carcass washed up from the sea |
| [0:46] |
I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy drunken man |
| [0:49] |
He tried to warn me all about old Marsh's Deep One clan |
| [0:54] |
It's beginning to look a lot like Fish-men |
| [0:59] |
Everywhere I go |
| [1:02] |
They can dynamite Devil Reef but that'll bring no relief |
| [1:07] |
Y'ha N'thlei is deeper than they know |
| [1:11] |
I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men |
| [1:15] |
That I guarantee |
| [1:19] |
For the fish-man I really fear is the one who's in the mirror |
| [1:24] |
And he looks like me |
| [1:28] |
He looks just like me |
