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 with the wheat The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple cheeked Salute Apollo Thirteen 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 S.U.V.'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 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
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 with the wheat The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple cheeked Salute Apollo Thirteen 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 S.U.V.'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 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
