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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