Refugee - Chumbawamba

It’s good of you to ask me sir

How I spend my days

Water glass and ladders sir

Working for my pay

Back home I saw a future sir

Learnt my father’s trade But here that counts for nothing sir

Paradise betrayed

Looking through the windows

All your world to see

To you I’m just another refugee

My mother needs the money sir

It’s hard to make ends meet

Two more children still in school

Hungry mouths to feed

Looking through the windows

All your world to see

To you I’m just another refugee

Now this country is my home

This land of auctioneers

Cast your eye upon me sir

What price the dreams that brought me here?

Looking through the windows

All your world to see

Forever just another refugee