Hey baby Now good luck in my arms The power is devieving 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 I? 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 Fitting for? Can't do this on my own Do this on my own L.A. Is such a getaway L.A. It's such a getaway