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Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Hard working people from another land
looking for a little more
Coming to this country for a helping hand
You know they sail their ships upon these shores
And they are lookin for a freedom
that most of us don t appreciate
But you know man we can t let them in
Coz the government s full of racial hate

And then they go the nerve to say
They be takin our culture away
even though our ancestors tried to do the same to the Aborigine
Seems strange to me man strange to me
Don t it seem strange to you
That a country founded on immigration
is so damned racist too

And i say Home
Home is where the heart is
yeah Home

And then they go the nerve to say
they be takin our jobs away
Even though half the jobs that we re working for
are owned from overseas
and the other half of the companies
Yes Yes that they say that we rightly own
They operate on aisle three third world
That s right yeah the sweat shop zone

And I say I don t know what s going on
Don t know what the hell to say
The government decides on letting refugees in
and when they get here yes they are detained

And i don t know what s going on
Don t know the reason why
We live in an educated so called democracy
Where everybody decides to believe in lies
Believe in lies

Home is where the heart is yeah
Home.

Everything happens
Don t look for patterns
You only perceive what you believe
You need only believe to believe
A map of illusion
Of this land of confusion
I saw the boy clad in leather
For ever and ever and ever
What...

[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
fuck around you ll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit...

My life1s minds plagued by lyssophobia
In a cage solitude locks me in
As the dark blackened walls close in on me
Dementia strikes, there1s no turning back
Drowning in the stygian sea
As those voices repeat to me my malediction
Memento Mori
Remember you must die
A gratuitous wraith...

Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dips
I saw it all in the blackfield
Splinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacks
We found them all in the blackfield
In the shade, whistle blades, singing fades
In the blackfield

She wants to stay and talk all day...

Keeper won t you let me in
My soul is tired and worn thin
And all I want is a place to lay my head
So keeper, keep me a while, I said

Cos all I want to do is escape this mind
So keeper, can I leave that part please behind
Cos I don t...