"After shave and smoke
And the same unfunny jokes
They say they'll take you
Anywhere but there
Believe every half whispered
Half remembered lie
THe truth is a luxury
They can't afford to buy

Scapegoats, looking for our scapegoats
Scapegoats, looking for our scapegoats
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame

Backed into a corner
He barricades his life
Fastens up the shutters every night
This island is big enough
For every cast away
But most of us are looking round
For someone else to blame

Scapegoats, looking for our scapegoats
Scapegoats, looking for our scapegoats
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame

-Chumbawamba, "Scapegoat"

I suppose it would take way too long to explain why I love this song so much...Christmas eve, birthday gifts, old friendships, track 12, up until midnight, waving my arms...yeah. Way too long. Tis a nifty song, though. Bouncy-happy tune, fun lyrics. Hmm.