| You know where I come from
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| You know what I feel
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| You’re Yul Brenner Westworld
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| Reporting from the field.
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| I threw it into reverse,
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| Made a motion to repeal.
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| You kicked my legs from under me,
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| And tried to take the wheel.
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| I told you I wanted to be wrong,
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| But everyone is humming a song
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| That I don’t understand.
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| Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
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| The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
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| The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
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| Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
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| Mythology’s seductive and it turned a trick on me That I have just begun to understand.
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| I told you I wanted to be wrong,
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| But everyone is humming a song
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| That I don’t understand.
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| The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
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| A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
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| We’re armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
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| Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV’s
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| We can’t approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
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| And speak a language we don’t understand.
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| I told you I wanted to be wrong
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| But everyone is humming a song
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| That I don’t understand.
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| [Prop up The Omega Man, we’re primed for victory,
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| God gave us the upper hand, there’s honor among thieves.
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| Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
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| The top’s down on the T-Bird, we’re the children of the free]
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| Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
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| Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
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| Destroy the things that I don’t understand
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| Destroy the things that I don’t understand. |