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While on a flight one day I passed over the polar city And curious zipped down to see what I could glean Behold the nightmare pit that splashed with piping shapeless monsters I packed them in the bay of my B-17 Shoggoths away That's what I say Shoggoths away Hey, hey Nobody wants my mindless iridescent protoplasms They said to fly them out and drop them in the sea I tried to sell them on their mimicking adaptive powers "Why don't you get your oily tendrils offa me?" Shoggoths away Today's the day Shoggoths away Hey, hey Yes they can form and unform countless limbs and sensing organs Like a stomach turned inside out and salient I picture countless plastic beasties falling from the sky and Dropping like sacks of wet cement From Letras Mania