Lyrics Horrorshow – Nice Guys Finish Last (Jimblah Remix)
Text:
Solo:
On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts
Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass
Junkies and cop cars rushing past
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 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
Solo & Joyride:
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
Joyride:
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
Solo:
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
Jimblah:
Yo, yo, let me tell my side of the story
I ‘member back in the day
I used to think of something to say,
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out, forever in a day
Unashamed, ’cause I can say it now, like I went and wrote a song about
The mountains high enough to climb up
But the view ain’t worth it, cause, straight up
Got me singing out, drowning my woes in a bottle of hope
But I ain’t gettin’ nowhere, maybe give up and go
My dear,
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what you’ve done here
Tryna find love in this club, uh, it’s plain dumb
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drunk, you get enough
Succumb to
?, it’s no front
And no matter how hard that I tried
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Joyride:
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
