We don't like to talk about those people on the hill
down in the valley where they never pay their bills
there's bottles on the branches and they never cut the grass
the other day one of them waved
what could he mean by that?
I'm not one to pry but I'll tell you what I heard
the neighbor said, the other day
the baby flipped her the bird
none of those kids go to school but two have been in jail
mom carries a shotgun when she goes out to get the mail
We don't like to talk about those people on the hill
some say they practice witchcraft, some say they're popping pills
they're hardly ever wearing shoes
and the women don't wear underwear
that one looks like she's never seen a comb
and none of them cut their hair
But we try not to mind those people on the hill
some say they worship Satan, they sure give me the chills
they used to be so nice, they used to go to Sunday school
now their lights are on all night
and you won't see 'em before noon
There's tie-dye on the clothesline, poppies in the flower beds
at night we hear them raising hell, it's like to wake the dead
they've got traffic coming going there at all hours, day and night
I wonder just what's going on in that house with no porch light
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021