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 to 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

But it's real hard to be alone

I know

I never take my own advice

Chased a couple rollin' dice somewhere I don't belong

And I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

Somewhere, my conscience tuned to petrified old wood

And 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, boys

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 take my own advice

I get tired of playing nice and cut right to the bone

And I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

Somewhere, my conscience tuned to petrified old wood

And 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 a Friday night

When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

Bigger in the light