E B7sus4 You know where I come from E B7sus4 You know what I feel E B7sus4 You're Yul Brenner Westworld E B7 Reporting from the field E B7sus4 I threw it into reverse E B7sus4 Made a motion to repeal E B7 You kicked my legs from under me E And tried to take the wheel Chorus: A B I told you I wanted to be wrong A Bsus4 But everyone is humming a song A B7sus4 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E B Bsus4 B7 B7sus4 |