It’s very easy to appreciate Green Day.
Nice Guys Finish Last lyrics
Green Day
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 bake 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
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You'll lose your memory and you got no shame
Pressure cooker bake 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 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 run out of gas
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
"Geek Stink Breath" lyrics
I'm on a mission, I've made my decision
Lead a path of self-destruction
A slow progression, killing my complexion
And it's rotting out my teeth
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face
Every hour, my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thin, white line
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face, say!
I'm on a mission, I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
A wish in one hand, shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well I don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face, say!
Geek! Stink! Breath!