I'm under no obligation to explain

There's gonna be lots of mayhem tonight --
Looking at stars, waiting 'round,
dripping blood like a celestial navigator/
Cosmic alligator.
And the fright that creeps
through the deeps of the night,
He don't have eyes in his head,
just a pair of nostrils sticking out of his toes.
Smelling around through the ground;
Through the smelly sort of muskeg.