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