The Revolution — David Byrne

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