The Knowledgeable Hasbeens

Knock the wind the wind right out. Knock it off. I can? t breathe. Could I sing another line? I think my knees are getting weak. And yes, these knees are weak, But who would believe in a hypocrite who sells himself. Who? s your scapegoat now? Well, it? s a million to one, but I think I got the part. Trampled through the grind. I wouldn? t extend my disgust, but there? s no one here? cept you. I don? t see the point In carrying on. We could make the best Out of nothing. Who? s your scapegoat now? Who? s your scapegoat? Who? s your scapegoat now? Well, it? s a million to one, but I think I got the part. Trampled through the grind. I would sustain this contempt, but I? d be wasting time again. Hey, it? s all I? ve got. Please leave the confessions. I could find a job Waiting tables Or something.