New Kanada - Solid Gold

Hey baby

Now good luck in my arms

The power is deceiving

But evil has it’s charms

But hell ain’t a line of gold

When you feel you’re untouched

It’s better than living

Just don’t give in too much

I’ve been a cast away

I’ve been on my knees

I’ve been a runaway

Hiding from disease

Life ain’t no open book

Just blindly planting seeds

Running with demons

You can hear them in the breeze

And she says

Can’t do this on my own

Do this on my own

Evil develops

Unformed beauty stops

Hatred is buoyant

It floats above the cross

The ending is nearing

In a form we all will feel

Hoping she’s out there

Inventing the next wheel

Can’t do this on my own

Do this on my own

Is such a getaway

It’s such a getaway