Nice Guys Finish Last  

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