The Knowledgeable Hasbeens کے بول

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.