i wanted to be wrong

you know where i come from

you know what i feel

you're yul brenner westworld

reporting from the field. i threw it into reverse

made a motion to repeal. you kicked my legs from under me

and tried to take the wheel. i told you i wanted to be wrong

but everyone is humming a song

that i don't understand. now i know that the sun has shined on my side of the street. the basket of america

the weevils and the wheat. the milk and honeyed congregation

scrubbed and apple-cheeked

salute apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats. mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me

that i have just begun to understand. i told you i wanted to be wrong

but everyone is humming a song

that i don't understand. the rodeo is staged

gold circle goat-ropers and clowns. a rumble in the third act

tie 'em up and burn 'em down. we're armed to the teeth

born a little breech;

blue-plate special analysts

cells and suv's

we can't approach the allies 'cause they seem a little peeved

and speak a language we don't understand. i told you i wanted to be wrong

but everyone is humming a song

that i don't understand. (prop up the omega man

we're primed for victory

god gave us the upper hand

there's honor among thieves. temper it with arrogance

a dash of sad conceit. the top's down on the t-bird

we're the children of the free)

storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite. did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?

destroy the things that i don't understand

destroy the things that i don't understand.