Bad Beauty - Rob Dickinson

A distant fate, comes my way

Before my day is done

Upon my back, the earth is strapped

It’s blocking out the sun

Come on come on come on

Lay down those things you feel

Before the race is run

My hold on you will heal

Some solace in this town you have become

A goddess in this tow for everyone

So lay me down

Your bad bad beauty

Lay me down

With some of your bad bady beauty

Upon my shirt the dirty work

Of tunnels through my dreams

Upon my back the earth is strapped

A punishment for me

Come on come on come on

Lay down those things you feel

Before the race is run

Let down your guard and shield

And lay me down your bad bad beauty

Lay me down

With some of your bad bad beauty

You think you’d have your arms wide open

You think you’d take the chance to stow your ways of old

Your ways of old

Your destination reached

But you lay me down

You lay me down

You lay me down

With some of your bad bad beauty