Nice guys finish last, you're running out of gas
You're sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best
When you look the worst
Do you feel washed up
Like piss going down the drain?
Pressure cooker pick my brain
And tell me i'm insane
I'm so fucking happy i could cry
Every joke can have its truth
And now the jokes on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine
Living on command
You're shaking lots of hands
Kissing up and bleedind all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory