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