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