R.E.M. - I Wanted to Be Wrong lyrics
[R.E.M. - I Wanted to Be Wrong lyrics]
You know where I come from
You know what I feel
You're Yul Brynner 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
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
You know what I feel
You're Yul Brynner 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
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