The Knowledgeable Hasbeens

Unveiling Life's Hypocrisy: The Knowledgeable Hasbeens
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Lyrics

Knock the wind the wind right out.

Expressing a forceful impact, possibly metaphorical, that disrupts composure.

Knock it off.

An imperative phrase, signaling a command to stop or cease an action.

I can't breathe.

Indicating difficulty breathing, which could suggest emotional or physical distress.

Could I sing another line?

Questioning the possibility of continuing a creative expression, such as singing.


I think my knees are getting weak.

Feeling a physical weakness in the knees, possibly metaphorical for emotional vulnerability.

And yes, these knees are weak,

Acknowledging and confirming the weakness in the knees.

But who would believe in a hypocrite who sells himself.

Questioning the credibility of someone who hypocritically sells themselves out.

Who's your scapegoat now?

Prompting the question of who is being blamed or held responsible now.


Well, it's a million to one, but I think I got the part.

Expressing a slim chance (a million to one) of obtaining a role or position.

Trampled through the grind.

Describing the experience of enduring difficulties or challenges.

I wouldn't extend my disgust, but there's no one here â??cept you.

Declining to extend disgust, possibly towards others, with the exception of one person.

I don't see the point

Expressing a lack of understanding or purpose.


In carrying on.

Questioning the value or significance of continuing an action or existence.

We could make the best

Suggesting the potential for making the best out of a challenging situation.

Out of nothing.

Emphasizing the idea of creating something positive out of nothing.


Who's your scapegoat now?

Reiterating the question of who is currently being blamed or held responsible.

Who's your scapegoat?

Persisting in asking who the scapegoat is.

Who's your scapegoat now?

Repeating the inquiry about the current scapegoat.

Well, it's a million to one, but I think I got the part.

Reiterating the slim chance (a million to one) of obtaining a role or position.


Trampled through the grind.

Repeating the description of enduring difficulties or challenges.

I would sustain this contempt, but I'd be wasting time again.

Expressing a reluctance to sustain contempt, acknowledging the futility of wasting time on it.

Hey, it's all I've got.

Stating that what's left is all that is available or possessed.

Please leave the confessions.

Requesting the omission of confessions, possibly aiming to avoid further emotional burden.


I could find a job

Considering the possibility of finding employment, specifically waiting tables.

Waiting tables

Suggesting a practical option for employment, such as waiting tables.

Or something.

Offering an alternative job suggestion, continuing the theme of practicality.

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