The repeating scene every fucking night
I'm all alone when I turn out the light
Nice guys don't seem to get ahead
I think I'll change my image, be an asshole instead

(chorus)
But I'm the first to admit that I'm no catch
When you're sick of all the scum you'll regret it because all you had to do was ask
You'll look back someday, maybe you'll see
Most of the people that have walked through your life are just vending machines, but not me

All men are scum not including me
You say when you want my attention and pity
Now I see you're just a Rockwell painting
A slave to the system and a house wife in training

And Les will tell you that
I thought you were the real thing, but you just faked it better than anyone else
Thanks for the day job that I just quit