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
Chorus:
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
chorus
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
chorus
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