Lyrics:

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 but now the joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy

Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas,
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 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 were such a funny guy

Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas,
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas,
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas,
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine

Oh nice guys finish last, when you run out of gas,
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine