Rid - Christian Kjellvander

Depart and get no further then halfway around the world
Ascend and get no closer then halfway around the girl
I was born a farmer and you were born a farm
To earth baby has fallen and it shall spiral on

“To rid it of its wars and worries” (x4)
Be it clean or dirty, common or strange,
In the late or early, out of lust or out of rage

All gods little demon came to me as one
My nature knows but this – to love what I hale from

“to rid me of my wars and worries”
“to rid us of our wars and worries”
(Repeat Until End)