Buy Me An Orangutan
Scapegoat Lyrics

This is the last song
This is the final tune

In which I fester my anger
Wherein my resentment lingers

I've been down that road
I've traversed that path before

More than I can remember
Countless times, as far as I can recall

My lifetimes have been countless
I've lived many incarnations

I'm a mouse in a wheel who's assumed he's been boundless
I feel like a rodent in a wheel who thought he could break free but failed

I've got a Wii, a 360, a PSP
I own a Nintendo Wii, an Xbox 360, and a PlayStation Portable

And I'm still so unhappy
Yet, I'm still feeling unsatisfied

What will it take to break through the fake
What should I do to expose the falseness

Consumeristic ways that have lead to our heartache
The traditions of being a consumer that have caused our anguish

We're chasing false ideals
We pursue untrue notions

We're bred to think are right
We're taught to consider as correct

We're running in the wheel
We're caught up in the same cycle

The wheel of black and white
The cycle of absolutes

Shades of grey, I'm dying to see
I long to experience nuances

In an engine that's ran off of duality
In a system that operates based on opposing principles

It's cowboys
It's heroic archetypes

And Indians
And savage archetypes

It's batman
It's a superhero

And bad guy
And a villain

We're fucked
We're doomed

We're fucking so pathetic
We're awfully pitiful

We must be monkeys
We're equivalent to primates

Yea that's right put on those dancing shoes
Yes, wear your footwear for dancing

Like you did your water wings
Just like you donned your swimming gear

Now break it down
Now disintegrate it

From the two step to the chugga-chugg-chugg
From a simple dance to a more elaborate one

To the part after this one
To the section subsequent to this

To the part after that one
To the section subsequent to the next one

We're all one in the same
We're all equal

Aliens up high
Non-human forms in the heavens

Saucers in the sky
Unidentified flying objects in the atmosphere

New wave, new age
A new era of philosophy and culture

A new day to turn the page
A new moment to move forward

Hey
Hello

Why all the secrecy?
What's with all the hidden agendas?

I wanna know what monsters lurk the beds above our heads
I want to discover what dreadful secrets are hidden in high places

(The boogey man is dead)
(The supposed monster is not real)

Yea hey
Indeed, hello

Dismiss conspiracy
Ignore theories of plots and schemes

Dismiss everything
Disregard everything

Everything is but a dream
Everything is a mere illusion

So dream
So, imagine

Yea dream
Indeed, dream

The American dream
The typical US way of living

The American screams
The typical US complaints

Oh God, I'm fuckin so pissed off
Oh God, I'm incredibly angry

I've worked this dream for a decade and I'm still not paid
I've devoted ten years to this dream but still not financially rewarded

Yea fuck you, who say I do it for the money
Yes, screw you, those who claim I'm in it for the cash

I can't even afford bread, butter, and honey
I can't even afford basic nourishment

I'm fuckin hungry for riches
I'm starving for wealth

Hungry for fans
Craving supporters

Hungry for love
Desiring affection

And a better fucking band
And a superior damn group

So hate me now that I've spilled you my heart
So now, loathe me after I've bared my soul

Since I've ripped up my dream and I've torn it apart
Because I've destroyed my dream to pieces

Now I can be what you already hate
Now, I can become what you already detest

I've blown out my brains and I've dug my own grave
I've killed myself and buried myself

This song is the truth of to which I'm a slave
This song expresses my devotion to the truth

Drop us now, better now than be later
Abandon us as soon as possible

Same sad song, same stupid player hater
Same miserable tune, same foolish adversary

All you bitches I just called out the shitter
All of you scoundrels, I've exposed your deceit

Band of the month meets the new pinch hitter
The group being recognized as the best newcomer meets a new replacement player.

This song is a joke and the ball's out the park
This song is a mockery and it's successful

Cats out the bag, dog's barked its bark
The secret's revealed, people are aware

Desktop is dying, can't even record
The computer is failing, incapable of recording

I need a new drive of which I cannot afford
I need a new hardware which I'm unable to pay for

I could carry on, but you'd get so bored
I could continue, but you'd become uninterested

Fuck you again, I'm so fuckin floored
Curse you once again, I'm shocked