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

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 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 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

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 are the outcast

Don't pat yourself on the back

You might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last

When you are the outcast

Don't pat yourself on the back

You might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last

When you are the outcast

Don't pat yourself on the back

You might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last

When you are the outcast

Don't pat yourself on the back

You might break your spine