Rid - Christian Kjellvander

Depart and get no further than halfway around the world

Ascend and get no closer than 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

To rid it of its wars and worries

To rid it of its wars and worries

To rid it of its wars and worries

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 â??

to love what I hail from

To rid me of my wars and worries

To rid us of our wars and worries