Creatures of the Rising Star - Nice Guys

Nice guys
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope

Broken bottle on the side of your face
You're coming last in the tough guy's race
You're talking funny for a guy your age
Why don't you try and run the big boy stage?

Nice guys, out on the run
Taking names with a loaded gun
White lies, run for the door
You gotta end another losing war

Nice guys
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope

Don't try too hard, it's a struggle to win
They'll strike you down, and they'll do it again
You wanna run, don't you ever deny it
You wanna speak, but you're too fucking quiet

Nice guys, out on the run
Taking names with a loaded gun
White lies, run for the door
You gotta end another losing war

Nice guys
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope
Out on the run, into the sun
Out of the rope, out of the scope

You say i'm nice but i don't care
I wash my face, i cut my hair
I make you think that i'm so kind
I put myself into your mind
I touch your face with dirty hands
I make you think that i'm a man
I give you all that you can take
You think i'm done, but just you wait
I'm gonna squeeze you til you choke
I'll beg for more until you're broke
And when i'm done, i hope you see
The man i am, the shit in me

Written by:
Justin Weirich, Lyric Brock

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