Jon Fratelli - Baby, We're Refugees! (Radio Maximum) | Текст песни

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• Jon Fratelli
• Baby, We're Refugees! (Radio Maximum)

Well the red light fades and the sun won’t shine
Tried to chase those ghosts from this heart of mine
And the red town lady said she’d take 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 flash by in a magical mess
And the red town lady let’s 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 the backseat 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 lyre
And leave
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 chase this pain from my window
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won’t somebody chase this pain from my door