I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is beauty in spite of perfection see the crosses at the roadside see the thornbush ablaze in bloom put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand momma, let down your hair yes, I´ve chipped a tooth no need to call home I don´t have to be anywhere we can hear the bossa nova we can sway the night away the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway and while the moon wanes and waxes d**h and taxes are lurking out there Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere And so the clear blue sky no, she never made a sound though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found chorus can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...