Beauty

I KNOW A PLACE

WHERE THE VISITOR ALWAYS STAYS

BEAUTY RUNS 'EM DOWN

WHEN THEY CHANCE TO CROSS THAT WAY

OUT ON THAT PLAIN

IT'S ANYBODY'S FAULT

OPEN UP YOUR HEART

IN POURS THE SALT

THROUGHT THE NIGHT I HEAR THAT STRAIN

BEAUTY'S ON MY TRAIL AGAIN

TRY TO RUN BUT MY LEGS ARE LAME

THROUGHT THE NIGHT I HEAR THE STRAIN

OPEN UP YOUR HEART

IN POURS THE TRASH

OPEN UP YOUR MOUTH

AND THE LIGHTNING STARTS TO FLASH

THROUGH THE NIGHT I HEAR THAT STRAIN

BEAUTY'S ON MY TRAIL AGAIN

TRY TO RUN BUT MY LEGS ARE LAME

THROUGH THE NIGHT I FEEL THE STRAIN