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 the best
When you look the worst
Do you feel washed up
like piss going down the drain.

Pressure cooker pick my brane and tell me I'm insane
I'm so fucking happy I could cry
Every joke can have its truth and nox the joke's on you
I never knew you 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
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory