Lyrics Refugee - The Edgar Broughton Band

Refugee

The promise was a word — the word was fine
Fine became a line — too fine to take it easy
Easy was food — food was warm
Warm became a weapon behind a locked door — with the cold turned on
Then the word was a lie
Turned Yellow — Fell down — Turned brown — Turned black — Black became a place
nobody want to go
They carried a star
Star was gold — pickled in a jar
Jar became a grave
Grave turned cold — with the heat turned on — they burned like coal
Coal was red — The red were dead
The dead became a legend
The rest left home
Home became a body around their bones