Nice Guys Finish Last - Horrorshow, Joyride

«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 everyman 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 Casanov, 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