Redneck

Redneck

Lamb of God

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.