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 (look) the worst
Do
you feel washed up like piss
going down the drain
Chorus
:
Pressure cooker pick my brain and
tell me I'm insane
I'm so fucking happy I could
cry
Every joke can have it's
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.
Kissing up and bleeding all your
trust
taking
what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory
Chorus
