Ride The Flying Polyp - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

It’s getting foggy, which adds to the spookiness

It’s just the kind of night they would appear

I hear them coming, a windstorm is drumming

Whipping me into crescendos of fear!

They’re gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide!

Why am I here, anyway?

Piping their powers from black basalt towers

Loom like colossi;

I’m under their sway!

Want me to ride it, but I’m undecided--

What if it blows off my skin on the way?

They’re gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide!

Why did I even show up?

They’re gonna make me ride, I don’t feel right inside

Oh, why in God’s name did I come to this place anyway?

(they're gonna make me ride)

(they're gonna make me ride)

(they're gonna make me ride)

(they're gonna make me ride)

(they're gonna make me ride)

They’re gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide!

Well thank God it’s Friday, 'cause

They’re gonna make me ride this flying polyp tide--

Tomorrow’s my day off, hooray!