The Good Ones

He's not just here to change your light bulbs

He's not here to check your mains

He's here because he's fascinated

Your liege, your fancy, your slave

He calls each day too early

And you're piqued by his politeness

And the bakery treats and the sliced deli meats

You're charmed, but they're far from the best

He turns on his heels again, yeah

There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments money just can't buy

The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize

It's no secret, it's no secret

It's a decommissioned lifestyle

The badge is buried in his chest

Would you take him in each second night

But you're not living with second best

So pack your credit card and fresh change

There's so many to see disrobed

And when you hear you're slinging stones in the glass house

Will you understand just why I'm alone

Slicing it up to the bone, yeah

There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments no money just can't buy

The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize

You gave him the moments money just can't buy

The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes

So bones may heal, and chicks dig scars

'Cept all the ones surrounding hearts

There's a million handsome goons with pretty tunes

But the coupons they got there, the patience too

Look, there he goes

And it ain't after you, sweetheart

There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments money just can't buy

The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize

You gave him the moments money just can't buy

The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes

It's no secret, it's no secret, it's no secret