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.