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.