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.