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.