Humanoids From the Deep by The Witch Trials Lyrics
I go to a drive-in, I didn’t see the movie
Something broke my windshield and reached in and clawed me
No one will believe me, the rest of the audience is ripped to shreds
But the hand with the claw was dripping red
You see, there’s a factory
Up the river with an electric fence, no sign by the road, deep in the wilderness, by the river
It’s owned by Del Monte, you remember Del Monte, their logo’s out of date
Canned fruit, canned salmon, canned people advertised on TV
Here in the factory, they tried to perfect
Bigger, tastier salmon by genetic engineering
It didn’t work, it didn’t work
Little slimy chemicals slipped down the river
And flowed into the ocean where little fishies eat it
And turned into weird-shaped slime
And came back into Fort Bragg
Lots of tourists, even in the fall
Cause in late summer, you’ve got the state fair
A slimy green claw comes up through the dock
People run away and climbing through the hole
Is a protege of Roger Corman
He photographs this mutant
Says, “I’ll make you a star
Bring me all your friends
And we’ll make a movie out of you on location
Give me five minutes to get my camera, please”
Then, so up through another floorboard comes another slimy hand
It chases all the girls in their roller skates around the square
And the county fair filled with tourists
And news reporters craving a story so they don’t lose their jobs
These so-called humanoids from the deep
Sex symbols of the slime underneath the ocean
They’re selective
Keep in mind this is Marin County, you’ve all heard of Marin County
Organic electric fences, the beautiful young rich hide here
But they all come out in their fry boots
With their money and their peasant dresses
To the Fort Bragg County Fair
They’re all here
Forming humanoids from the deep
Humanoids are selective
[?] roller skaters
Queen of the county fair gets her leg chomped off
Bleeds because Doug McClure can’t get to her in time
Yachts are on fire, they throw gasoline, but it does no good
Genetic mutations rising out of the water
Clawing, clawing, screaming
Beefhead American jocks who can’t get into their pickup truck in time to drive away
Red, dripping, county fair
The french fries are no longer yellow
Brace thyselves for the humanoids of the deep
Lewis Leakey, eat your heart out
We’re here to stay, to stay
Something broke my windshield and reached in and clawed me
No one will believe me, the rest of the audience is ripped to shreds
But the hand with the claw was dripping red
You see, there’s a factory
Up the river with an electric fence, no sign by the road, deep in the wilderness, by the river
It’s owned by Del Monte, you remember Del Monte, their logo’s out of date
Canned fruit, canned salmon, canned people advertised on TV
Here in the factory, they tried to perfect
Bigger, tastier salmon by genetic engineering
It didn’t work, it didn’t work
Little slimy chemicals slipped down the river
And flowed into the ocean where little fishies eat it
And turned into weird-shaped slime
And came back into Fort Bragg
Lots of tourists, even in the fall
Cause in late summer, you’ve got the state fair
A slimy green claw comes up through the dock
People run away and climbing through the hole
Is a protege of Roger Corman
He photographs this mutant
Says, “I’ll make you a star
Bring me all your friends
And we’ll make a movie out of you on location
Give me five minutes to get my camera, please”
Then, so up through another floorboard comes another slimy hand
It chases all the girls in their roller skates around the square
And the county fair filled with tourists
And news reporters craving a story so they don’t lose their jobs
These so-called humanoids from the deep
Sex symbols of the slime underneath the ocean
They’re selective
Keep in mind this is Marin County, you’ve all heard of Marin County
Organic electric fences, the beautiful young rich hide here
But they all come out in their fry boots
With their money and their peasant dresses
To the Fort Bragg County Fair
They’re all here
Forming humanoids from the deep
Humanoids are selective
[?] roller skaters
Queen of the county fair gets her leg chomped off
Bleeds because Doug McClure can’t get to her in time
Yachts are on fire, they throw gasoline, but it does no good
Genetic mutations rising out of the water
Clawing, clawing, screaming
Beefhead American jocks who can’t get into their pickup truck in time to drive away
Red, dripping, county fair
The french fries are no longer yellow
Brace thyselves for the humanoids of the deep
Lewis Leakey, eat your heart out
We’re here to stay, to stay