For the Record Every Time I Die

God knows I've longed to feel something, but now's not the time
Caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night
Focused on staying distracted
'Til I lose sight of the tiresome and clinical patterns of my life

I will cherish this love for the rest of my night
The rest of my night

One day I'll find myself facing the firing line, serves me right
For the record, I've written my crimes

I will cherish this love for the rest of my night
The rest of my night

Lord have mercy on my soul
I've had a good run but can't run anymore
Just put me down
Lord have mercy on my soul
I've had a good run but can't run anymore
Just put me down

Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail
I've let them devour my heart for some material
But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I oughta change my ways
Face the music, carry the can, et cetera, et cetera