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