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.