Night skies finish last, you're running out of gas Your sympathy will get you left behind This time you're at your best, when you feel the worst You feel washed up like piss going down the drain Pressure cooker, bang my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke and habit's true, but I know the jokes on you I never knew you're such a funny guy Night skies finish last, when you run out of gas 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 pleading all your trust Take it what you need, fight the hell that feeds You'll lose your memory and you got your shame Pressure cooker, bang my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke and habit's true, but I know the jokes on you I never knew you're such a funny guy Night skies finish last, when you run out of gas Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine Night skies finish last, when you run out of gas Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine Night skies finish last, when you run out of gas Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine Night skies finish last, when you run out of gas Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine Thanks for watching!