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