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