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.

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.