Long Walk

Hello, glass house on the corner of my street Dirty laundry out for everyone to see You're a middle-aged mean girl, always throwing stones In that old Walmart lawn chair, high and mighty throne Well I'd give you grace, but why even bother 'Cause after all, you can walk on water So take a long walk off a real short pier Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean (ah-ah) The bottom of the ocean (ah-ah) If I was Jesus, I'd turn the other cheek If I was Eastwood, my cool is what I'd keep If I was raised Southern Baptist, I'd say, "Bless your heart" If I was privileged and practiced, grace would be my art Sometimes, I wish my tolerance was taller But after all, I'm my mother's daughter So take a long walk off a real short pier Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean Take a deep breath You're gonna need it And take a long walk off a real short pier Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean (ah-ah) The bottom of the ocean (ah-ah) Better hold your breath