The Revolution

Amplifiers & old guitars Country music sung in bars & when she sings the revolution's near Beauty holds the microphone & watches as we stumble home & she can see the revolution now Dirt & fish & trees & houses Smoke & hands up women's blouses Not like I expected it would be Bubbles pop in every size It's analyzed & criticized & beauty knows that it is almost here Beauty goes to her address She shuts the door and climbs the stairs & when she sleeps the revolution grows Beauty rests on mattress strings Wearing just her underthings & when she wakes the revolution's here & when she wakes the revolution's here