Baby, We're Refugees! (Live)

Jon Fratelli
Album : Psycho Jukebox (Del...

Well, the red lights fade and the sun won't shine,
Don't try to chase these ghosts from this heart of mine,
And the red-town lady said she'd seen me crying.
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 makes my soul confess.
Take me down with your money and your roses
Take me down where the night comes crashing through your window---
Cowboy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
This sound, this hopeless mess,
Spending all their money, watch them undress
Their soul, their 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?
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?
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?