The Scapegoat

There was a cabin in Montana got shipped to way down south
Locked away in a warehouse with this bad taste in my mouth
In my mouth

Well you can take that road from Lincoln
To where there ain't no telephones
But you'll always be under a hole in the ozone
Under a hole in the ozone

Now everything in old America
Got locked away in that warehouse of shame
So the sun will shine on this new America
That flatfooted land where no one is to blame

In a court in Sacramento the math professor sits
The sad, pathetic scapegoat for all the sins that we commit
So you take that road to Helena where Atlas gave up the fight
Get out of the car and find yourself in a burnt over district tonight
In this burnt over district tonight

Now everything in old America
Got locked away in that warehouse of shame
So the sun will beat down on this new America
That flatfooted land where no one is to blame

Who has clipped the lion's wings
Fleaed his rump and pared his claws



Credits
Writer(s): Tyranny Of Dave, Douglas Stone
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