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
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You lose your memory
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
Oh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine
Oh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine
Oh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back
You might break your spine