| Song | Lovecraft In Brooklyn |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Heretic Pride |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| 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 |