text: Nice guys finish last
  Youre running out of gas
  Your sympathy will get you left behind
  Sometimes youre 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 Im insane
  Im so fucking happy I could cry
  Every joke can have its truth, but now the jokes on you
  I never knew you were such a funny guy
  Oh, nice guys finish last
  When you run out of gas
  Dont pat yourself on the back
  You might break your spine
  Living on command
  Youre shaking lots of hands
  Youre 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 Im insane
  Im so fucking happy I could cry
  Every joke can have its truth, but now the jokes on you
  I never knew you were such a funny guy
  Oh, nice guys finish last
  Dont pat yourself on the back
  You might break your spine
  Oh, nice guys finish last
  Dont pat yourself on the back
  You might break your spine, mhm!
  Oh, nice guys finish last
  Dont pat yourself on the back
  You might break your spine
  Oh, nice guys finish last
  Dont pat yourself on the back
  You might break your spine