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 it's 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