Nowhere Is Home

I now know no romantic situation No money, success, nothing Can make me happy No rose gardens for me That’s not self pity, no That’s the truth, yes that’s the truth Nowhere is home to me Nowhere is home to me I was born here of an Irish family But that in itself is not enough for me Because national identity won’t fulfil me I don’t fit that kind of old pigeonry No no no that is not me That’s just not me Nowhere is home to me Nowhere is home to me I don’t know oh, where I belong I’ve been all over this great big world I never thought there’s a place where I could be But, it’s a lie, it’s a filthy lie Nowhere is home to me Nowhere is home to me No place in the country There’s no town or city No white cottage dream for me It doesn’t have appeal for me I gotta be what I believe I can’t be Anybody else I just gotta be myself Take your Irish stereotype and shove it up your arse Not what I want for me I am a tea but that shit’s not for me And now I’m gonna be free Come on Everybody say I want to be everything, I wanna be the man of my dreams And I can’t be a fucking stereotype But it’s lonely being here and living this fight But I won’t give in I will not cave in Until I become free Until I become free Ayay, ayay, ayay ah I will become free Ayay, ayay, ayay ah I will become free Yes, yes Ayay, ayay, ayay ah I will become free