We got somethin', we both know it, we don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret, all the same, somehow we get around it Oh listen, it don'
We got somethin' we both know it We don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret all the same Somehow we get around it Listen, it don't really
Take a good look inside of me... Season of night took hold of me... Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide away The damage is done, the chaos' dissolving me
There's a rumour flying through the air; Paranoia's creeping everywhere. You're gonna raise a wall - to draw the line. You say you've got your reasons
?Donde vas a parar refugiado que la tierra te quiere matar? ?Quien te ha dado la vida y la risa y la muerte tambien te dara? Asesina conciencia.
Treated like a refugee Never seems to be a place for me In my mind there is a scene I see My house is burning No-one returning To a land once free. Dreaming
Warm yourself by the fire, son And the morning will come soon I'll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our
Woah, woah She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Woah, woah She's the refugee Her mama will say one day She's gonna live in
My room is dark, and very small; there's a place to wash at the end of the hall. I hear strange languages through the wall, I hear them shouting in the
[Byford/Carter] Cry for the children Sons and daughters left behind They walk alone down the trail of tears Full of heartache, full of fears Stand with
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains
Warm yourself by the fire, son, And the morning will come soon. I?ll tell you stories of a better time, In a place that we once knew. Before we packed
You ask me Why it is I come to you When someone else is just as good I asked them but they said the same Didn't even ask my name Explain to me Just
(Tom Petty and Mike Campbell) We got somethin', we both know it, we don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret, all the same, somehow we get
I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains to
Searching for a place to hide Running from those you've defied Forsaking the land of the free Leaving American policy Trying to make a change Hoping