Meat Puppets Follow

I know a placeWhere the visitor always staysBeauty runs 'em downWhen they chance to cross that wayThrough the night I hear that strainBeauty's on my trail againTry to run but my legs are lameThrough the night I hear the (strain)Out on that plainIt's anybody's faultOpen up your heartIn pours the saltThrough the night I hear that strainBeauty's on my trail againTry to run but my legs are lameThrough the night I hear the strainOpen up your mind,In pours the trashOpen up your mouthAnd the lightning starts to flashThrough the night I hear that strainBeauty's on my trail againTry to run but my legs are lameThrough the night I feel the strainThrough the night, hear the strainThrough the night, feel the strain