"Professional Creep" lyrics

We got a headache that won't go away
No time for the doctor, we self medicate
We got pills for all pains, we got pills for our sleep
We got blue pills for things that we're struggling to keep

But you can't vaccinate against being an asshole
Hello, is that the doctor? What's the problem? I'm an asshole

It's like riding your bike when your ass is on fire
When you really hate bells but yer dad's the town crier
When your brain tells you the truth, but your heart he's a liar
And you wanna make some noise, but they tell you to be quiet

You can't vaccinate against being an asshole
Hello, is that the doctor? What's the problem? I'm an asshole

And you look like Meryl Streep
You're a professional male creep
You got a luncheon meat physique
But it doesn't really matter to me

You tear us to pieces all over the place
All I ever wanted was to punch you in the face

And you look like Meryl Streep
You're a professional male creep
You got a luncheon meat physique
But it doesn't really matter to me

You're a professional male creep
And professionally obsolete
You rip the mick right through the week
But it doesn't really matter to me
Me, me, me, me...
Me, me, me...