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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | 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 Americathe weevils and the wheat.
The milk and honeyed congregationscrubbed 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 stagedgold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
A rumble in the third acttie 'em up and burn 'em down.
We're armed to the teethborn a little breech;
Blue-plate special analystscells 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 Manwe're primed for victory
God gave us the upper handthere's honor among thieves.
Temper it with arrogancea dash of sad conceit.
The top's down on the T-Birdwe'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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