Where Is Home? Lyrics - Weekend In The City - Bloc Party

Off to the funeral making cola knots 

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 

Second generation blues or points of view not listened to 

Different worlds and different rules of allegiance 

Clinging to her Bible and her scapular 

And the memory of the way things were 

I do not 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 walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence 

This told me what a flat wave is getting me down 

I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today 

And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can 

So I decide 

I decide 

I pretend that there's nothing wrong 

The teeth of this world take me home and every day 

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