Where is it? Where is home?
In every headline we are reminded
I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman
And I pretend that there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world tear me in half
But I can't
Is getting me down
Where is it? Where is home?
That this is not home for us
I don't see hope, I cannot smile
In every headline we are reminded
And everyday I must ask myself
The second generation blues
Of humility and belligerence
Where is it? Where is home?
Clinging to her Bible and her scapular
Our points of view not listened to
That this is not home for us
A question of allegiance
That this is not home for us
Her only son taken from her
To cut off the feet of every ballerina
I'll walk this modern tightrope
In every headline we are reminded
In every headline we are reminded
I burn with anger all the time
And the memory of the way things were
We all read what they did to the black boy
This tommyrot and flag waving
And in her voice, only sadness
To break the fingers of every old judge
Different worlds and different rules
Where is it? Where is home?
That this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded
So I just sigh and I just sulk
Where, where, where
