Lyrics Long Walk - Brandy Clark

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
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
Better hold your breath