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 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.  
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