A Squamous Man

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...

(To be sung to the tune of "This Charming Man" by The Smiths - With apologies to both Howard Philips Lovecraft and Steven Patrick Morrissey)