Nimrod...Lyrics

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 feel 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 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
And you got no shame

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 break for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4

Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating a 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

Trouble times
You know I cannot 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 drink 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 now like my dad
I'm always rude, I've got a bad attitude
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 just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you

Redundant

We're living in a repetition
Content in the same old schtick again
Now the routine's tourning 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

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

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, well

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 to you

Well, loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat
Gagging on a souvenir
Left to fill another year
Now I'll drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself open wide
Living out a sacrifice, well

And 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 that time is right
Here's to me; Let's find another reason
Down the hatchand 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
A "New Year's Resolution"
How soon that we forget
Doing timeand loving evety minute
Live it upon 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

All the time
Where did all the time go?
It's too late to say goodnight
Time flies when you're having fun, yeah
Time's up when you work like a dog
Salud

Worry Rock

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

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud
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 wanna hear
'Cause 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 your gonna die

Dickhead, fuckface
Cock smoking, mother fucking asshole
Dirty, vile 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 bell
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 gun

Last Ride in

(Instrumental)

Jinx

I fucked up again; It's 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, I've been a bad boy
Nail me to the cross until you have won
I lost before I did any wrong

I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
So keep your distance 'cause it's rubbing off
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
Or earth with me, tangled at your feet
You finally met your nemesis
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

Now look who's hanging around you

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 it's damn too late

This girl has gone far away
Now she's gone, now she's gone
This girl has gone far away
Now she's gone, now she's gone, now she's all gone

All I have now is a memory to date
A cheap hat and cigaretts and a peculiar name
She didn't know, she didn't know before she went away
I don't know, I don't know, 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

'Cause when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-american
Sucking up 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 and shut the hell up
It ain't no big deal and I'll see you in hell

'Cause 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
And 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 and 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

Shite

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 for 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 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

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 go

So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson I learned in time

It's something unpredictable but in the end it's 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 in good health and good time

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

Prosthetic Head

I see you down in the front line
Such a sight for sore eyes
You're a suicide makeover
Plastic eyes, looking through a numb skull
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
Like 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
And you don't say
And you got no reply

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