good

Lyrics

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 a bit, i try to lay low, but 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 turned 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