Here at my home is what I know, is what I am   There's a man inside who lost his mind   Around the same time that I lost mine   His television is on fire   So he's waiting for the world   I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain   When everything remains the same   He's a sacred mind, a waste of time, in trouble again   Watches his only vice, a tragic ward   A holy slice of his innocence   His television has retired   So he's waiting for the world   I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain   When everything remains the same   I want to be like the one sitting next to me   Wish there were more of me so I could try   Won't be afraid of the New Revolution   The few resolutions that I've made won't fly   So he's waiting for the world   I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain   When everything remains the same   To amaze and arrange your stay, justify everything   When all you do is just complain   I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain   When everything is just the same