You Can Be Beautiful

In the middle of the ocean
Where the boats won't go
For a second in your sleep
Where the wind won't blow
Guns are ready in the churches
Where the sun won't shine

In a perfect world commit a perfect crime
You'll be happy when you are blind
Finally marching in a perfect line
In the shape of a pig sucking on a lime

I was looking for you
I found a shorter way
I went through a neighborhood
Where they can steal your mind
I found the perfеct violence
What did I find?

Let's see you happy
In thе work you do
In the double talk adventure
Where nothing is new

And dream of all the prizes
You will find
The way you walk away
After you've killed your time

A perfect world is a perfect crime
A trick of the trade works every time
At the bottom of a coffin
Covered up in lime
You can be beautiful anytime