No More Mr. Nice Guy (Live In Detroit / 1986)

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 gettin` 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 gettin` real shot down And I`m I`m getting mean 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 Ma`s been thrown out of the social circle And dad has to hide I went to church incognito when everybody rose The Reverend Smith he 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 He said You`re sick you`re obscene No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy He said You`re sick you`re obscene