Just Locals

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 shit 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 shit 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