[Intro: Propaganda]
It came on a Sunday
Hazy and draped in irony
And it darkens the horizons, akin to white men touching down on Incan shores
Akin to Babylon kings knocking on Daniel's door
Home no longer home
You could take the wings of the morning and attempt to fly where?
Your wings are subleased and someone has bought the air (you tell me)
We just tryin' to feed our kids
And you could chant down the occupier
But when the empire strikes back
You could try to set a forest fire
But how you gon' get your home back
When your whole home is in crisis
But what's the price you pay when the home prices have priced you out, homes
Where is here?
But home
Somewhere between citizen, prisoner, and refugee
We ain't cross the border, boy, the border crossed me
We ain't cross the border, the border crossed me

[Verse 1: John Mark McMillan]
I feel the tremors, rumors of war
Upon the surface of my door
And I got no place to call my country
I got no place to call my country, anymore
[Chorus: John Mark McMillan]
Yeah, when the bomb went off
We were dancing in the kitchen with a neon cross
Yeah, baby I'm lost
I never saw it coming, never thought I'd wake up
With no place to call my country
I got no place to call my country, my country
No place to call my country

[Verse 2: John Mark McMillan]
I know everyone of us are hypocrites
But still I never thought that it would come to this
No place to love, no place to exist
I got no place to raise my kids
All of my reserves are compromised
You can punch a hole in all my alibis
I know that I'm wrong, but you don't know you're blind
Do you see me? Do you see me tonight?

[Chorus: John Mark McMillan]
Yeah, when the bomb went off
We were dancing in the kitchen with a neon cross
Yeah, baby I'm lost
I never saw it coming, never thought I'd wake up
With no place to call my country
I got no place to call my country, my country
No place to call my country
[Bridge: Propaganda]
Y'all
No country for old men, just not my kin
And the land you was born in
Man, you can hold them
Home, this is home right?
Home is not right, my home the whole night
Got this stage fright
From the personhood that y'all deny us
And the pain that makes our art the flyest
The metaphor in real world
We are literally not of this world
Somewhere between prisoner, citizen, and refugee
We ain't cross the border, boy, the border crossed me

[Refrain: Propaganda & John Mark McMillan]
Yeah
We ain't cross the border, the border crossed me
We ain't cross the border, boy, the border crossed me
Yeah
We ain't cross the border, the border crossed me
We ain't cross the border, the border crossed me

[Chorus: John Mark McMillan]
Yeah, when the bomb went off
We were dancing in our kitchen with a neon cross
Yeah, when the call came back
I was standing in the shadow of a panic attack
Yeah, I don't know where I'm at
I never saw it coming, never thought I'd wake up
With no place to call my country
I got no place to call my country