So goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill off the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock of your own f**ing sage.
But I ain't one of those names,
Or throw stones in a house of gla**.
You try me.
This is a motherf**ing invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherf**ing 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 gla**.
You try me.
This is a motherf**ing invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherf**ing 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.
This is a motherf**ing invitation
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherf**ing invitation.
You try me.
Just one time