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 look 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.
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bit the hand that feeds.
You kill your memory