for every surface there's a manmade crack
sun-loving creatures from the cities are back
our woods are swarming with tourists and flies
nobody notices our rural device
we're sh** were just locals
and we're out of focus
for the rest of the year
but this summer will end differently
it's part Deliverance, part 9-11
logs loosely piled up on the top of the slide
urban intruders, now you're in for a ride
your pouncy dialect has bitten its tongue
we won't stop finishing your off 'til we're done
we're sh** were just locals
and we're out of focus
for the rest of the year
but this summer will end differently
it's part Deliverance, part 9-11