I Wanted to Be Wrong

I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal

Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street
I told you

I wanted to be wrong
Salute Apollo Thirteen from the rattle jewelry seats
That I don't understand
The rodeo is staged, gold circle, goat ropers and clowns
You kicked my legs from under me and tried to take the wheel

Blue plate special analysts, cells and S.U.V.'s

Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
We can't approach the allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
But everyone is humming a song
Destroy the things that I don't understand
I wanted to be wrong

I wanted to be wrong
I told you
I told you
But everyone is humming a song
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple cheeked

But everyone is humming a song
The basket of America, the weevils with the wheat
Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite
And speak a language we don't understand
That I don't understand
That I have just begun to understand

That I don't understand
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down