I Wanted to Be Wrong [DVD]

Salute Apollo Thirteen from the rattle jewelry seats

Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite

I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me

That I don't understand
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street
But everyone is humming a song
I told you

Destroy the things that I don't understand

But everyone is humming a song
The rodeo is staged, gold circle, goat ropers and clowns
Blue plate special analysts, cells and S.U.V.'s
But everyone is humming a song
That I have just begun to understand
That I don't understand
The basket of America, the weevils with the wheat
You kicked my legs from under me and tried to take the wheel

That I don't understand
We can't approach the allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand
I wanted to be wrong
I wanted to be wrong
I wanted to be wrong
I told you

The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple cheeked

I told you
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down
Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech