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It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men
Everywhere I go;
From the minute I got to town
And started to look around
I thought these ill-bred people's gillslits showed
I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
Right outside my door
As I try to escape in fright
To the moonlit Innsmouth night
I can hear some more
They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes
A profound desire to flee
Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink
Like a carcass washed up from the sea
I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy drunken man
He tried to warn me all about old Marsh's Deep One clan
It's beginning to look a lot like Fish-men
Everywhere I go;
They can dynamite Devil Reef
But that'll bring no relief
Y'ha N'thlei is deeper than they know
I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men
That I guarantee
For the fish-man I really fear
Is the one who's in the mirror
And he looks like me
He looks just like me