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
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need
Bit the hand that feeds
You lose your memory, you got your shame

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