Nice guys finish last. You're running
out of gas. You're 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 jokes on you. I never new
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 what you need. Bite the
hand that feeds. You'll kill your memory,
and you've got no truth.
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