Good

You better watch yourself this time
On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime
I guess the Devil wouldn’t have you
But you used who what you’re used to
You always seem to somehow
make it through
I know I let myself go
but I try to let you know
it’s hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
Chased a couple rollin' dice
Somewhere I don’t belong
I can’t make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can’t make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Another night another rope burn
Well I guess that it was my turn
To wash all of the pain down
Maybe you were just a decoy
It doesn’t matter much to me, noise
It covered up the voices
I don’t want to hear
I let myself go again
I tried to let you know, but then
It’s hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
I got tired of playin nice
And cut right to the bone
I can’t make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can’t make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
I can’t make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can’t make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light