It's gonna be too hot to breathe todaynBut everybody is out here on the streetsnSomebody's opened up the fire hydrantnCold water rushing out in sheetsnnSome kid in a Marcus Allen jerseynAsks me for a cigarettenCompanionship is where you find itnSo I take what I can getnnHubcaps on the car like fun house mirrorsnStick to the shadows where I cannLovecraft in BrooklynnnWell the sun goes down on the armies of the voicelessnSeveral hundred-thousand strongnCome without their bandagesnTheir voices raised in songnnWhen the street lights sputter outnThey make this awful sizzling soundnI cast my gaze towards the pavementnToo many blood stains on the groundnnRhode Island drops into the oceannNo place to call home anymorenLovecraft in BrooklynnnHead outside most everyday nTo try to keep the wolves awaynImagine nice things I might saynIf company should comennWoke up afraid of my own shadownLike, genuinely afraidnHeaded for the pawnshopnTo buy myself a switchbladennSomeday something's comingnFrom way out beyond the starsnTo kill us while we stand herenIt'll store our brains in mason jarsnnAnd then the girl behind the counter nShe asks me how I feel todaynI feel like Lovecraft in BrooklynnnYeah!