Horrorshow, Joyride - Nice Guys Finish Last lyrics
[Horrorshow, Joyride - Nice Guys Finish Last lyrics]
"I was gonna talk about it it's like a bit
Happier and brighter than I
Thought it would be"
"Well, this isn't gonna be anywhere near the
What the finished beat will be
I don't reckon"
On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts
Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass
Junkies and cop cars rushing past
And I'm thinking there could be a
Bit of mischief on the cards
It was a Friday night and
The treble was clanging
And the hipsters was hanging
And the ladies was banging
So uh me and the fellas
Are looking for companions
In the corner chatting to these chicks
Tryna make it happen
And as far as I can tell
It's all going swell
Vibing out, just hanging with my mademoiselle
But, I wasn't planning on that
'every man for himself'
When my boy's step in and
Start chatting as well
I figure it's game over
That's stiff competition
See my man's got a way with women
Self-fashioned Casanova, the other has
A lady at home, but
He's still on a mission to fill his quota
And sure enough
Next thing you know they're both pairing up
And I'm back to square
One thinking, 'Fuck it, i'm done'
So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road
Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone
Breath fogging up the glass
City lights rushing past
Damn, I shoulda seen it coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
'Cause nice guys finish last
(Ring ring) Ayo, whatup, ma?
Wanna talk about how your
Man is acting subpar?
You under stress, under-appreciated?
Wishing I was the man that you were dating?
Mm hmm okay
Well I'm laughing and I'm smiling
All the while I got the West Wing on silent
Dividing my attention until I
Hear you mention when yours truly was the
Object of your affection
But, you chatting 'bout this wally
How he can't stay put
Reminiscing 'bout that Molly down
At Halfway Crooks
Well, I don't remember much beyond your touch
A little hazy on the ooh
Baby's, you were hasty, in a rush
To get out that door
See that much I can recall
Now you've got my phone on blast?
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
'Cause nice guys finish last
And I should know
'Cause, I'm sitting at the back of the pack
Man, I should have seen this
Coming from the start nice guys finish last
So if you ain't no slick talker
Looking for some sorta fling
Just hoping that some pretty young thing
In the city might catch you in
The corner of her eye
And take pity on you, make you her king
Spare a thought for the
Nice guys of the world we applaud
Raise up the hand that you
Use to open her door
And just give yourselves a pat on the back
Signing out from the back of the pack
It's like that
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
Chasing popped collars at the bar
The type who be paying on card
You ain't gotta look so hard
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
Nice guys finish last
Happier and brighter than I
Thought it would be"
"Well, this isn't gonna be anywhere near the
What the finished beat will be
I don't reckon"
On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts
Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass
Junkies and cop cars rushing past
And I'm thinking there could be a
Bit of mischief on the cards
It was a Friday night and
The treble was clanging
And the hipsters was hanging
And the ladies was banging
So uh me and the fellas
Are looking for companions
In the corner chatting to these chicks
Tryna make it happen
And as far as I can tell
It's all going swell
Vibing out, just hanging with my mademoiselle
But, I wasn't planning on that
'every man for himself'
When my boy's step in and
Start chatting as well
I figure it's game over
That's stiff competition
See my man's got a way with women
Self-fashioned Casanova, the other has
A lady at home, but
He's still on a mission to fill his quota
And sure enough
Next thing you know they're both pairing up
And I'm back to square
One thinking, 'Fuck it, i'm done'
So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road
Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone
Breath fogging up the glass
City lights rushing past
Damn, I shoulda seen it coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
'Cause nice guys finish last
(Ring ring) Ayo, whatup, ma?
Wanna talk about how your
Man is acting subpar?
You under stress, under-appreciated?
Wishing I was the man that you were dating?
Mm hmm okay
Well I'm laughing and I'm smiling
All the while I got the West Wing on silent
Dividing my attention until I
Hear you mention when yours truly was the
Object of your affection
But, you chatting 'bout this wally
How he can't stay put
Reminiscing 'bout that Molly down
At Halfway Crooks
Well, I don't remember much beyond your touch
A little hazy on the ooh
Baby's, you were hasty, in a rush
To get out that door
See that much I can recall
Now you've got my phone on blast?
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
'Cause nice guys finish last
And I should know
'Cause, I'm sitting at the back of the pack
Man, I should have seen this
Coming from the start nice guys finish last
So if you ain't no slick talker
Looking for some sorta fling
Just hoping that some pretty young thing
In the city might catch you in
The corner of her eye
And take pity on you, make you her king
Spare a thought for the
Nice guys of the world we applaud
Raise up the hand that you
Use to open her door
And just give yourselves a pat on the back
Signing out from the back of the pack
It's like that
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
Chasing popped collars at the bar
The type who be paying on card
You ain't gotta look so hard
But, you'll never know no, you'll never know
Nice guys finish last