There's too much music, too much light
   These endless broadcasts into the night
   Petty seizures of money and drugs
   By some official or unauthorized thugs
   Now it's gone, the whole world's gone
   There's the army at the front door, guerrillas in back
  
   Why do I always have to take up sides
   I had no plans to be conscripted today
   I am no use to them anyway
   So what the hell's going on
   When they took my bed for the good of the state
   I had to rest my head and took to levitation
   Welcome to my revolution
  
   Every morning they confer with the press
   Just to point a few fingers
   Fix the blame for this mess
   The spokesmen waffle and the jerk-offs complain
   In a stream of rhetoric
   Piss themselves down the drain
   Then it's time to go home
   Time to go home
   What will they say when it's gone
   The whole world's gone
   So they call a cease fire to bury the dead
   And just delay it for an hour or so
   Loose talk of cowards and leaders that lied
   What does it matter once we're vaporized
   Say what the hell's going on
   Then it got so bad I couldn't breathe the air
   So I became my own church and begged for sanctuary
   Welcome to my revolution
  
   This is the dream that I have every night
   I wake up screaming t
   Is this my vision of the end of the world
   The faces looked smoldered, the edges are curled
   Tell me what is the reason we can't look at ourselves
   And realize everybody creates his own hell
   And if we put it together to make them all real
   And then forget how to think, forget how to feel
   Until it's gone, the whole world's gone
   Are we damned if we do and damned if we don't
   Could we be suckered into thinking that
   Or get too greedy, afraid of the loss
   And wind up fighting for a worthless cause
   What if we died and had to come back
   How may times would we have to go 'round
   What if tomorrow was the end of the line
   Don't want to feel like I wasted my time
   So what the hell's going on
   When the noise gets so dense
   you can't hear yourself think
   We got the spirit world on a telephone link
   So welcome to my revolution