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