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