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