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 "Where is Home?" by Bloc Party
Exif Data
Camera: Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XT
Date Taken: August 23, 2006 Flash: Not Fired
Lens: 24 mm
Aperture: f/3.5
Shutter: 1/500 sec
ISO: 100
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