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