Nice guys finish last
Youre running out of gas
Your sympathy will get you left behind

Sometimes youre 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 Im insane
Im 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
Dont pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine

Living on command
Youre shaking lots of hands
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory