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
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 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