Lyrics



Nice Guys Finish Last
Hitchin' A Ride
The Grouch / Happy Grouch
Redundant
Scattered
Platypus / I Hate You


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 your best
When you look 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 it's truth
And now 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


Hitchin' A Ride

Hey mister where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no
Do you brake from distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
1-2 , 1-2-3-4
Cold turkeys getting stale
Tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella
Oak no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth
And now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up as say
1-2 , 1-2-3-4
Troubled times
You know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm
Hitchin' A Ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
And now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up I say
Shit!!!!!!!!!!!


Platypus (These lyrics aren't printed in the Nimrod inlay!!!)

You rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground

No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell all the things you want to hear
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

I heard you're sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die

Dickhead, fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole, dirty twat, wasteof semen, I hope you die HEY

Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave


The Grouch

I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The world owes me so
Fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so
Fuck you

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view

I've decomposed yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so
Fuck you
The wife's a nack and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex cause I can't get it up
I'm always rude I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me so
Fuck you


Redundant

We're living in repetition
Content in the same old stitick again
Now the routine's turning to contention
Like a production line going
Over and over and over roller coaster

Now I can not speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechiess and redundant
Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circles 'til I'm nauseous
Taken for grated now
I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it


Scattered

I've got some scattered pictures
Lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
All the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Open the past and present Now and we are here
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it up to you

Loose ends tied in knots
Leaving a lump down in my throat
Gagging on a souvenir
Lodged to fill another year
Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself wide open
Living out a sacrifice

If you got no one and I've got no place to go
Would it be alright? Could it be alright?



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