Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
Your sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best
When you feel the worst
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 joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh, nice guys finish last
When you're the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back you might break your spine
Living on command
You're shaking lots of hands
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You lose your memory and you've got no shame
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 joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh, nice guys finish last
When you're the out cast
Don't pat yourself on the back you might break your spine