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