I Wanted To Be Wrong
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โฑ๏ธ 4:34 duration
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๐ Lyrics
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.
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.43] You know where I come from
[00:15.48] You know what I feel
[00:18.35] You're Yul Brenner Westworld
[00:21.73] Reporting from the field.
[00:25.07] I threw it into reverse,
[00:28.47] Made a motion to repeal.
[00:31.25] You kicked my legs from under me,
[00:34.96] And tried to take the wheel.
[00:37.46] I told you I wanted to be wrong,
[00:42.05] But everyone is humming a song
[00:45.36] That I don't understand.
[00:51.92] Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
[00:59.99] The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
[01:06.43] The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
[01:13.15] Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
[01:19.64] Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
[01:25.88] That I have just begun to understand.
[01:31.53] I told you I wanted to be wrong,
[01:40.42] But everyone is humming a song
[01:44.04] That I don't understand.
[01:51.90] The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
[02:23.98] A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
[02:30.37] We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
[02:37.02] Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
[02:43.83] We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
[02:50.12] And speak a language we don't understand.
[02:56.21] I told you I wanted to be wrong
[03:04.59] But everyone is humming a song
[03:08.01] That I don't understand.
[03:16.93] (Prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
[03:19.97] God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
[03:22.45] Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
[03:24.92] The top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free)
[03:34.92] Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
[03:47.18] Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
[03:53.59] Destroy the things that I don't understand
[04:00.30] Destroy the things that I don't understand.
[04:21.33]
[00:15.48] You know what I feel
[00:18.35] You're Yul Brenner Westworld
[00:21.73] Reporting from the field.
[00:25.07] I threw it into reverse,
[00:28.47] Made a motion to repeal.
[00:31.25] You kicked my legs from under me,
[00:34.96] And tried to take the wheel.
[00:37.46] I told you I wanted to be wrong,
[00:42.05] But everyone is humming a song
[00:45.36] That I don't understand.
[00:51.92] Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
[00:59.99] The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
[01:06.43] The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
[01:13.15] Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
[01:19.64] Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
[01:25.88] That I have just begun to understand.
[01:31.53] I told you I wanted to be wrong,
[01:40.42] But everyone is humming a song
[01:44.04] That I don't understand.
[01:51.90] The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
[02:23.98] A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
[02:30.37] We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
[02:37.02] Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
[02:43.83] We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
[02:50.12] And speak a language we don't understand.
[02:56.21] I told you I wanted to be wrong
[03:04.59] But everyone is humming a song
[03:08.01] That I don't understand.
[03:16.93] (Prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
[03:19.97] God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
[03:22.45] Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
[03:24.92] The top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free)
[03:34.92] Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
[03:47.18] Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
[03:53.59] Destroy the things that I don't understand
[04:00.30] Destroy the things that I don't understand.
[04:21.33]