Scapegoat

Scapegoat

Right place wrong time,

In the crosshair,

Even though, I guess I had that kind of face,

Picked out in a line up,

Some kid didn’t know any better,

Probably scared to death, just doing what his lawyer said,

I don’t put any of this on his shoulders,

Nah, even if I did, he’s the only one to visit me that alone’s got to count for something

I’m certainly not a judge or law man,

But I’m not a criminal either, despite what the nameplates say,

Years remembered how things should have been

Get out on Tuesday

I’ve been doing my homework

And I alone now know who’s to blame

Wednesday morning,

Even at the age I’m at,

What’s that they call me now?

Oh yeah, rehabilitated,

The way they describe it, it sounds a lot like penance,

You do something wrong, you talk to a priest, he tells you to pray a few prayers, and you’re okay,

Yep, come Wednesday afternoon, I’ll be in a pew, just me and a couple thousand Hail Mary’s,

If these ten years can so easily defined as rehabilitation,

Then I got a word for that first day I get out, Retribution,

Hell will be paid. That’s a guarantee