You have got your reasons None of them are mine If that's the way you want it Go ahead -- that's fine I'll just back on oughta here I won't get in your way If, at times, it takes you under That's just the price you pay But don't ask me No don't ask me Don't ask me Don't ask me how I feel Don't ask me how I feel You say you're not like everyone That God is on your side But evil is still evil man On the left or on the right Screwin' up the universe While your policin' all the world Apocalyptic breakdown Has got you in a whirl I might really tell you I could really tell you No more Mr. Nice Guy Walkin' on the wild side Now what can come from that? The good, the bad, the ugly, babe Yeah we gotta face the facts A dirty needle get you A million dollar disease You're drownin' in the snow babe And swingin' through the trees, please Jesus comin' back again You don't want to hear about it Fine, I'll keep it to myself But don't you ever doubt it Yeah I might really telll you Makes me wanna scream "No more Mr. Nice Guy!" No more in between Don't ask me how I feel