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

　　You might break your spine