Idioma Origen:
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.
Idioma Destino:
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.