It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men

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.