Redneck

So goddamn easy to write this,

You make it spill on the page.

So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,

The laughing stock of your own ******* sage.

But I ain't one to call names,

Or throw stones in a house of glass.

You try me.

This is a mother******* invitation

The only one you could ever need.

This is a mother******* invitation.

You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,

Heard you had nothing to lose.

A pied preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,

It must be easy to lose.

But I ain't one of those names,

Or throw stones in a house of glass.

You try me.

This is a mother******* invitation

The only one you could ever need.

This is a mother******* invitation.

You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,

But it never gets anymore true,

So close your eyes once more and once more believe

That they all still believe in you.

Just one time.

This is a mother******* invitation

The only one you could ever need

This is a mother******* invitation

Just one time

This is a mother******* invitation

You try me

Just one time

You try me

Just one time

You try me

You try me