Tekstovi: Bloc Party. Where is Home?.

After the funeral making cola knots we sit and reminice about the past and in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her and 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 and points of view not listened to different worlds and diferent rules a question of allegiance clinging to her bible and her spatula and the memory of the way things were i dont see how i cannot smile i battle with anger all the time we remember what they did to the black boy in every headline we are reminded that this not home for us where is it where is home where is it where is home i walk this mountain tightrope of lunity adn belligerance its tought me what a faltwave is getting me down i wanna stamp on the face of every young police man to break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina but i cant so i decide (i decide) and i pretend (i pretend) that theres nothing wrong (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 where is it where is home in every headline we are reminded that this not home for us (x2)