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 gone 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 but now the joke's on you I never knew you're 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 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 but now the joke's on you I never knew you're 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