Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
You sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best,
when you feel 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
Eevry joke can have its truth
and now the joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh, nice guys finish last
when you are the outcast
Don't pat yourselfon the back
you might break your spine
Living on command
you're shaking lots of hands
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust
taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory