Ride The Flying Polyp

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)]
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 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!