[Verse 1: St. Louis male MC, slow and cold] Every flat on Gravois got a pumpkin grinning wide Lady on the phone says there's a voice that lives inside Says the kids won't sleep and the dog won't climb the stairs Says the cross keeps turning when there's nobody there I don't wear a collar and I don't carry a book Got a flashlight, a box of salt, and a cold-ass look Twenty years of doing this, and nothing's followed me around Parked out on the curb, I'm the calmest man in town [Hook: St. Louis male MC, heavy and slow] I don't do miracles, I make house calls Walk in your front door, check every wall Whatever's in the attic better hear me in the hall I don't do miracles, I make house calls [Verse 2: St. Louis male MC, colder] Daddy at the table cussing every name he knows Mama pouring vodka in a coffee cup and holding it close Oldest boy is lying to the youngest just to watch her cry Nobody in the house has looked another in the eye I go up the stairs and every step complains Attic door is breathing like a dog that's been chained Pull the cord, the bulb comes on, and something in the beams Looks at me like I'm the only one that ever heard it scream [Hook: St. Louis male MC, heavy and slow] I don't do miracles, I make house calls Walk in your front door, check every wall Whatever's in the attic better hear me in the hall I don't do miracles, I make house calls [Bridge: St. Louis male MC, bass-drum heartbeat under every line, low and close] Got horns like a radiator, voice like a drain Says, mister, take me with you, I can't do another day Says, I came to haunt this family and this family haunted me Every night they scream so loud I'm hiding up the chimney Says, I've seen a lot of houses since the river took the town This the only one that ever made me want to settle down Then it tells me, if you leave me, I'll be here another year Please, I'm begging, take me somewhere I can't hear [Verse 3: St. Louis male MC, calm, almost laughing] So I crack the attic window and I tell it, climb on through Rode shotgun down Gravois with its horns against the roof Lady screaming, bless you, while the daddy throws a shoe Wrote the bill out on the dash, five hundred for the call Thing in my back seat said, they'll need you back by fall [Hook: St. Louis male MC, heavy and slow] I don't do miracles, I make house calls Walk in your front door, check every wall Whatever's in the attic better hear me in the hall I don't do miracles, I make house calls [Outro: St. Louis male MC] Same address next Halloween, they always call back [End]
