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

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

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