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.