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Scapegoat

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    This is the last song
    In which I fester my anger
    I've been down that road
    More than I can remember
    My lifetimes have been countless
    I'm a mouse in a wheel who's assumed he's been boundless
    I've got a Wii, a 360, a PSP
    And I'm still so unhappy
    What will it take to break through the fake
    Consumeristic ways that have lead to our heartache

    We're chasing false ideals
    We're bred to think are right
    We're running in the wheel
    The wheel of black and white
    Shades of grey, I'm dying to see
    In an engine that's ran off of duality
    It's cowboys
    And Indians
    It's batman
    And bad guy
    We're fucked

    We're fucking so pathetic
    We must be monkeys

    Yea that's right put on those dancing shoes
    Like you did your water wings
    Now break it down
    From the two step to the chugga-chugg-chugg
    To the part after this one
    To the part after that one

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    We're all one in the same

    Aliens up high
    Saucers in the sky
    New wave, new age
    A new day to turn the page

    Hey
    Why all the secrecy?
    I wanna know what monsters lurk the beds above our heads
    (The boogey man is dead)
    Yea hey
    Dismiss conspiracy
    Dismiss everything
    Everything is but a dream
    So dream
    Yea dream
    The American dream
    The American screams

    Oh God, I'm fuckin so pissed off
    I've worked this dream for a decade and I'm still not paid
    Yea fuck you, who say I do it for the money
    I can't even afford bread, butter, and honey
    I'm fuckin hungry for riches
    Hungry for fans
    Hungry for love
    And a better fucking band
    So hate me now that I've spilled you my heart
    Since I've ripped up my dream and I've torn it apart

    Now I can be what you already hate
    now I can be what you already hate
    I've blown out my brains and I've dug my own grave
    This song is the truth of to which I'm a slave
    Drop us now, better now than be later
    Same sad song, same stupid player hater
    All you bitches I just called out the shitter
    Band of the month meets the new pinch hitter
    This song is a joke and the ball's out the park
    Cats out the bag, dog's barked its bark
    Desktop is dying, can't even record
    I need a new drive of which I cannot afford
    I could carry on, but you'd get so bored
    Fuck you again, I'm so fuckin floored

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