On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime
I guess, the devil wouldn't have you
But you're 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
That it's real hard to be alone
I know, I never take my own advice
Chased a couple rolling dice
Somewhere I don't belong
And I can't make myself be good, I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience turned 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 a little 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 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 turned 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 turned 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
Bigger in the light
On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime