REM – 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 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