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