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
You feel washed up like piss gone down the drainPressure 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're such a funny guyOh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spineLiving on command
You're shaking lots of hands
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You lose your memory and you've got no shamePressure 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're such a funny guyOh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spineOh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spineOh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spineOh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine
Songwriters
BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOLPublished by
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