Lyrics © 2000 Terence Chua
(to the tune of "Money Money Money" by ABBA)
You work all day you work all night
To forget that name with all your might
It's too late
The King in Yellow's on your track
He won't give up he won't turn back
Face your fate
In your dreams, he haunts you still
Reality is bending to his will
You said his name - he's got your soul
And now it's time to pay the toll
Chorus:
Hastur Hastur Hastur
He's your master
Once you've said his name
Hastur Hastur Hastur
Run much faster
It'll be the same
Ia-hahhhhh
That's the sound of your screams
Now you've said the name of Hastur
He who can't be named
You should have listened should have tried
But this Old One won't be denied
You're out of luck
Your world is twisting like a snake
There's just so much your mind can take
I guess you're... screwed (ahem)
It's time to leave the world you know
Do not collect your cash, do not pass go
In strange Carcosa 'neath the skies
He waits for you with Hungry Eyes
(chorus X2)
He who can't be named
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