Shoggoth’s Old Peculiar

(Verse#1)
There’s a celebration tonight in Innsmouth town
Drop what you’re doing and ride on down
Through fields of sunflowers bending towards night
Past the houses with the shutters tight
Shadows lengthen as we near the place
Do what you like without fear of disgrace
Dorian pipes play a forgotten tune
Are you a trickster or just buffoon?
We’re down by the docks, on the sand
Bow to the man with the strange headband

(Chorus)
The waitresses’ eyes have no lids
Under thick clothing bodies carefully hid
Raise your glass to the fall of the year
Of Shoggoth’s Old Peculiar, Shoggoth’s Old Peculiar

(Verse#2)
The prawns are all right but don’t trust the figs
Six peasants dance the Tyburn Jig
More intoxicated, each delicious dish
Dance like a scorpion with the head of a fish
No surprise how many live ‘round here
Our relatives come inshore about this time of year

(Chorus)

(Verse#3)
All turn and bow towards the midnight star
Drink in your screams as you see what we are
Clothes fall to the ground, you just puke and stare
Let's all swim out to Dagon’s lair
Now don’t you feel like Young Goodman Brown
As we grab your heels and drag you down?

- Words and music by Dominic von Riedemann. Copyright 2001 Aliens Ate My Buick Music. All rights reserved.

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