Trailer #9

[Intro] “…last seen near Route 72… caller described shrieking… trailer 9… something about a sack…” [Verse 1] They pulled up in a U-Haul full of pride, Drippin’ vape clouds, tattoos, big city lies. Said, “Shit, it’s rustic, babe—let’s Airbnb it,” Till the air got thick and the porch light quit. Floorboards cry like they beggin’ for help, Walls smell like rot and old meat melt. Neighbors don’t wave, just close their blinds, And warn ‘em soft: “Don’t stay past nine.” But they laughed, lit up, poured that wine— Didn’t know death signed the lease line. [chorus] Trailer number nine got no soul left inside, Only echoes, stains, and hands that hide. You don’t rent it, you don’t own it, You just feed it ‘til it’s full and bloated. Ask them where the couple went— They’ll say, “Ain’t no trailer nine, never been.” [Verse 2] Woke up to screamin’—walls breathin’ black, Hog prints in the carpet, rope in a sack. Mirrors fogged with backwards words, Flies pour out from the drain like a curse. She cried, “Did you hear that knock?” He said, “Ain’t nobody out there.” LOCK. Door won’t move, windows ain’t real, Ceilin’ leaks b***d, tastes like steel. Then Burlap came—slow and wide, Hung her from the fan while he watched her die. Tied him down, made him watch the replay, Then fed his face to the goddamn VCR tape. [Bridge] Ring around the sack man, skin all torn, They laughed at the warnings, now they mourn. Don’t play house where the bones still talk, Don’t move in where the d**d still walk. [chorus] Trailer number nine got no soul left inside, Only echoes, stains, and hands that hide. You don’t rent it, you don’t own it, You just feed it ‘til it’s full and bloated. Ask them where the couple went— They’ll say, “Ain’t no trailer nine, never been.” [Outro ] One cop went in, came out gray, Quit his badge, moved three states away. But he still hears knocks on the wall at night… Trailer 9 don’t forget.