Haints

[Chorus: Stray]
This that haint talk, make your flesh crawl
Slumped staring out the backseat with the lockjaw
My father told me don't go peerin' out there at the wrong one
They can see you watching, don't take too kind to others nosin' all through their business
This that haint talk, make your flesh crawl
Slumped staring out the backseat with the lockjaw
My father told me don't go peerin' out there at the wrong one
They can see you watching, don't take too kind to others nosin' all through their business

[Verse 1: Stray]
You-Young grave talker, Mister Cloudy Day Walker
A shape singing from the shadows
Keep me peeling at the sеams
Momma got an alpine stomach but that air gon' make me vomit
Drivin' shots of Robitussin and spеnd most of my next morning
Got a head nod, nodding off from the pots and the pans
But only closin' my eyes too quickly and crutching my stance
Back-backseat of the Mitsubishi where most days I would glance
But have to dip real low from dusk 'cause the red eye see through the tint
And as my bones grow older they don't show on the road
But rather shitty motels or through an Internet post
Burn holes all in the drapes that match the back left pocket
'Cause the back right pocket too full of fat and old profits, slow it down

[Chorus: Stray]
This that haint talk, make your flesh crawl
Slumped staring out the backseat with the lockjaw
My father told me don't go peerin' out there at the wrong one
They can see you watching, don't take too kind to others nosin' all through their business
This that haint talk, make your flesh crawl
Slumped staring out the backseat with the lockjaw
My father told me don't go peerin' out there at the wrong one
They can see you watching, don't take too kind to others nosin' all through their business

[Verse 2: Stray]
Actin' like I'm starring in films with all the haints now
Grinning with a Burton sized grill and they invite all
Into the party with cheap thrills
Can't tell if I'm now a tree, don't go post about our deals
Thi-thi-thhis the snowstorm parties, trapped in Barn Door Hills
Or even late night sessions twelve deep in a mill
Fe-feeling ghoulish, lit and stupid, lungs filled up to the gills
Pesticides for the feral waiting outside for the kill
Poking fun at my dogs who chewin' off all their leashes
Ran away to the service with the rest of the leeches
But we losing their essence, they even lost how to speak it
Those that scared me when young are now the same ones I eat with
Slow it down! Stupid motherfucker!

[Outro: Stray]
This that haint talk