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.