Cool air on an Arkham night
Party on the coastline.
We feel the stars beginning to align.
Brown Jenkins is in his ride, with his ♥♥♥♥♥ getting high, running non-Euclidean lines.
From beyond Azathoth will grin while I’m cruising, laid back, sipping Miskatonic and gin
With my mind on my madness and my madness on my mind.
When the hep cats of Ulthar start swinging
The cool-thulhu kids will join in and start singing,
“All’s well that ends, we having fhtagn yet?”
We’re not out raising hell, we’re raising R’lyeh.
When the crawling chaos gets here this party’s gonna go insane, Debilitating madness, frenzied paranoia the whole shebang.
We got the girls dancing on tables, screaming at rats in the walls,
“Yog-Sothoth’s in here, madness is palpable.”
And if the cops arrive and try to shut us down
We’ll leave them broken and insane and shout,
“Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh”
When the hep cats of Ulthar start swinging
The cool-thulhu kids will join in and start singing,
“All’s well that ends, we having fhtagn yet?”
We’re not out raising hell, we’re raising R’lyeh.
Come along and join me in my madness.
Come with me cause we all die in the end.
Come along and watch the old ones rise.
Come with me and we’ll sing as we die