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
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 understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
