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.