Jon Fratelli - Baby, We're Refugees!

Текст песни

Well the red light fades and the sun won’t shine
Try to chase those ghosts from this heart of mine
And the red town lady said she’d save me cryin'
Take me down where the people carry roses
Take me down where the street signs know me inside out
Well the cheap red wine is the kind I love the best
Makes the days pass by in a magical mess
And the red town lady lets my soul confess
Take me down with your money and your roses
Take me down where the night comes crashing through the window
Look out boy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
The sound of this hopeless mess
Spend their money, watch them undress
Their soul in a furious fire, round the tin can smoke out the liar
And me, in a jealous hurricane
They won’t forget your name
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door?
Oh won’t you carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my window?
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door?
Oh won’t you carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my window?
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody take this pain from my window?
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door?