Lyrics: Where Is Home?
Artist: Bloc Party
Album: Weekend In The City
Song: Where Is Home?
Released: 2007
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Where Is Home? lyrics
After the funeral breaking cola nuts
We sit and reminisce about the past
And in her voice only sadness
Her only son taken from her
In every headline we Are reminded
That this is not home for us
The second generation blues
Our point of view not listened to
Different worlds and different rules
A question of allegiance
Clinging to her bible and her scapula
And the memory of the way things were
I don't see hope, I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time
We all read
What they did
To the black boy
In every headline we are reminded
That this is not home for us
Where is it?
Where is home?
I walk this modern tight-rope
Of humility and belligerence
This tommy-rot and flag waving
Is getting me down
I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman
To break the fingers of every old judge
To cut off the feet of every ballerina
But I cannot
So I just sigh, and I just sulk
And pretend there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world tear me in half
And every day I must ask myself
Where?
Where is it?
Where is home?
In every headline
We are reminded
That this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded
That this is not home for us
We sit and reminisce about the past
And in her voice only sadness
Her only son taken from her
In every headline we Are reminded
That this is not home for us
The second generation blues
Our point of view not listened to
Different worlds and different rules
A question of allegiance
Clinging to her bible and her scapula
And the memory of the way things were
I don't see hope, I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time
We all read
What they did
To the black boy
In every headline we are reminded
That this is not home for us
Where is it?
Where is home?
I walk this modern tight-rope
Of humility and belligerence
This tommy-rot and flag waving
Is getting me down
I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman
To break the fingers of every old judge
To cut off the feet of every ballerina
But I cannot
So I just sigh, and I just sulk
And pretend there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world tear me in half
And every day I must ask myself
Where?
Where is it?
Where is home?
In every headline
We are reminded
That this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded
That this is not home for us
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