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 The bottom of the ocean
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 The bottom of the ocean