Nimrod
 

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 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 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 for 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 poison 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!
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 fustful of ideals.
I had a young and
optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals.
I had a young and
optimisitic 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 nag 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 shtick again.
Now the routine's turning to contention;
like a production line going over and over and over, roller coaster.

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless 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 circle 'til I'm nauseous.
Taken for granted now.
Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it.
Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless and redundant,
'cause I love you's not enough.
I'm lost for words, now I cannot speak
Scattered

Well, 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
'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
Well, all the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Open the past and present
Now and we are there
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
Well, drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself open wide
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?
All The Time

All the time, every time I need it
What's the time
I'd say the time is right
Here's to me
Let's find another reason
Down the hatch and a bad attitude
Salud

Wasting time
Wasting time down a bum fuck road
And I don't know where the hell it'll go
Heirlooms huffing fumes and I'm picking up the pace
and I'm gonna smash straight into a wall

All the time
New Year's Resolutions
How soon that we forget
Doing time
Loving every minute
Live it up on another let down
Salud

Promises, promises it was all set in stone cross my heart and hope to die
Sugar fix, dirty tricks and a trick question
Guess i should have read between the lines

Having the time of my life
watching the clock tick
Having the time of my life
watching the clock tick

All the time, where did all the time go
It's too late to say goodnight
Time flies when you're having fun
Time's up when you work like a dog
Salud
Yeah
The worry rock

Another sentimental
argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again
and dragged it through the mud.

Yelling at brick walls and
punching windows made of stone.
The worry rock has turned
to dust and fallen on our pride.

A knocked down dragged out fight.
Fat lips and open wounds.
Another wasted night
and no one will take the fall.

Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road.
Platypus (I Hate You)

Your 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 you all the things you want
to hear.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

I heard your 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 your going to die

Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
dirty twat, waste of 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
Uptight

I woke up on the wrong side of the floor.
Made made my way through the front door.
Broke my engagement with myself.
Perfect picture of bad health, another notch scratched on my belt.
The future just ain't what it used to be.

I got a new start on a dead end road.
Peaked.
Peaked out on reaching new lows, Owe I paid off all my debts to myself.

Perfect picture of bad health, another notch scratched on my belt.
The future's in my living room.

Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, All night, suicide's last call.
I've been uptight all night.
I'm a son of a gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun.
Last Ride In

Instrumental
Jinx

I fucked up again its all my fault
so turn me around and face the wall
and read me my rights and tell me i am wrong
until it gets into my thick skull

a slap on the wrist
a stab in the back
torture me ive been a bad boy
nail me to the cross and tell me
you have won
i lost before i did any wrong

im hexed with regrets and bad luck
so keep your distance its rubbing of
or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
or earth with me tangled at your feet
you finally met your nemisis
disguised as your fatal long lost love
so kiss it goodbye until death do we part
you fell for a jinx for crying out loud
Haushinka

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know.
Did she know, before she went away,
Does she know?
But its too damn late

This girl has gone far away. Now she's gone.

All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name.
I didn't know. I didn't know, before she went away.
I know now. I know now, and it's too damn late.

Will she ever find her way?
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself, and I'll be here in battle scars,
waiting for you.
Waiting for you now.
Walking Alone

Come together like a foot in a shoe.
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth.
Thinking out loud and acting in vain.
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.

Sometimes I need to apologize.
Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right.
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello.
Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone.

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground,
yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around.
Isn't that another familiar face?
Too drunk to figure out they're fading away.
Reject

Who the hell are you to tell me
What I am and what's my master plan
What makes you think that it includes you
Self-righteous wealth
Stop flattering yourself

So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American
Sucking up to your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type

What's the difference between you and me
I do what I want, and you do what you're told
So listen up shut the hell up
It's no big deal
And I'll see you in hell

So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American
Sucking up to your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type
Not my type
Your not my type

So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Falling from grace, right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
Take Back

You pushed me once too far again,
I'd love to break your fucking teeth.
Stick a knife in the center of your back.
You better grow some eyes in the back of your head.
I fight dirty, just like your looks.
Can't take, can't take, can't take anymore.
Take back, Take back, Take.

The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue.
An eye for an eye. Gun for a gun.
Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine.
Expect it when you're least expecting it.
No loss of love, the smell of regret.
Lights out.
Can't take anymore

Shit.
King for A Day

Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in a size 4.

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.

GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get get a load of me.

My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks I'm not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen.
Don't knock it until you tried it.

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get get a load of me.

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys
Just wait 'til all the guys
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me.
Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

Another turning point,
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist,
directs you where to do.
So make the best of this test,
and don't ask why.
It's not a question,
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable,
but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs,
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable,
but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So make the best of this test,
and don't ask why.
It's not a question,
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable,
but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Prosthetic Head

I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
Self effaced, What's his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up

You have a growth that must be treated,
life a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.
You don't say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin.
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 






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