Текст песни Where Is the Home? (Burial remix) - Bloc Party
After
the
funeral,
breaking
kola
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
points
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'll
walk
this
modern
tightrope
Of
humility
and
belligerence
...
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
sigh
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?
In
every
headline
we
are
reminded
that
this
is
not
home
for
us
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