i wanted to be wrong

R.e.m.

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.