[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 scapular
And the memory of the way things were
I don't see hope, I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time

[Pre-Chorus]
We all read, what they did
To the black boy
[Chorus]
In every headline we are reminded
That this is not home for us

[Post-Chorus]
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?

[Verse 2]
I walk this modern tight-rope
Of humility and belligerence
This tommy-rot and flag waving
Is getting me down

[Bridge]
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 I pretend that there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world tear me in half
And everyday I must ask myself where?
[Post-Chorus]
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?

[Chorus]
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