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'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
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

And 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

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, 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 took my own advice
I get 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
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 Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Bigger in the light