Bloc Party Where Is Home? Lyrics

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

In every headline we are reminded

That this is not home for us



The second generation blues

Our points of view not listened to

Different worlds and different rules

A question of allegiance



Clinging to her Bible and her scapular

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?

Where is it? Where is home?



I'll walk this modern tightrope

Of humility and belligerence

This tommyrot 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 can't



So I just sigh and I just sulk

And I pretend that there's nothing wrong

The teeth of this world tear me in half

And everyday I must ask myself

Where, where, where



Where is it? Where is home?

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