No More Mr. Nice Guy

(album: In A Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy - 1997)

I got a bad reputation (you were a teenage sensation)
And I don't know why (and [?] or I)
I brush my hair, I brush my teeth, I go to church (you go to church)
I'm a really nice guy (as sweet as apple pie)

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting real shot down
And I'm feeling mean

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting real shot down
And I'm feeling mean, so

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
My mom's been thrown out of the social circle
My dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith
He recognized me
And punched me in the nose, he said

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene