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 except 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