I love the smell of burning books in the morning
It's a smell we've learned to love so well
Nice guys finish last
They even wave the fuckers past
I love the smell of burning books in the morning
It's a smell we've learned to love so well
Nice guys crash and burn
Some people never learn
It don't faze me
It don't amaze me
La petite mort
Yeah
La petite mort as the day is dawning
Strewn with reluctant celebrities
In your life's final draft
Who wrote your epitaph?