Jon Fratelli Baby, We're Refugees!
Well the red light fades and the Sun won't shine
Try to chase those ghosts from those ghosts, from this heart of mine .
And the red town lady said she’d save me cry
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 and a magical mess
And the red town lady, makes my soul confess
Take me down with your money and your roses
Take me down where the night comes crashing through the window
Cowboy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
The sound, this hopeless mess
Spend their money, watch them undress their soul,
And a furious fire, round the drink and smoke out of line
And leave, in a jealous hurricane
They won't forget your name
You wanna carry me home?
Carry me home, carry me home
Won't somebody chase this pain from my door?
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?
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 door?
