Redneck

So goddamn easy to write this,

you make it spill on the page.

So drunk on your self, self-righteous.

The laughing stock of your own fucking stage.

But I ain’t one to call names

or throw stones in a house of glass.

You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

The only one you could ever need.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,

heard you had nothing to lose.

A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation.

It must be easy to lose.

But I ain’t one to call names

or throw stones in a house of glass.

You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

The only one you could ever need.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,

but it never gets any more true.

So close your eyes once more and once more believe that they all still believe in you.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

The only one you could ever need.

This is a motherfucking invitation.

You try me.

Just one time.