The Invitation Lyrics

Don't choke on the, choke on the fruit

Don't choke on this, choke on this truth

I wanted a seat at the table, so I went out and built my own

Instructions to read, all of the materials

Used my bare hands to chisel the stone

I never asked for permission, to go out and get what I want

One thing for certain, two things for sure

I wasn't eating the crumbs off the floor

Glad you could get my invitation

Leave your coats and your shoes at the door

Hot towels for hands, wash and dry them pure

The special is Beef Bourguignon

Don't choke on the, choke on the fruit

Don't choke on this, choke on this truth

I know you have a list of questions

Like "How the hell did she season that broth?"

I slaved myself in the kitchen

Eat it up, don't you dare miss a spot

They say your dreams come to fruition

With the right type of mouths and good luck

But I'm from the South where roads can get rough

Drinking wine out the styrofoam cups

Bow heads to say grace, count your blessings

I want to give thanks for the lessons

Give us daily bread, let us feed them

I wanted good things, want to be great