Where Is Home - Burial Remix

After the funeral breaking cola nuts
 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
 The second generation blues
 Our points of view not listened to
 Different worlds and different rules
 A question of allegiance
 The clinging to her bible and her scapula
 And the memory of the way things were
 I don't 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?
 I walk this modern tightrope
 Of humility and belligerence
 This tommy-rot and flag waving
 Is getting me down
 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 can't
 So I just sigh
 And I just sigh
 And I pretend
 That there's 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?
 In every headline we are reminded
 That this is not home for us