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When I get back home

When I get back home

Looking out the window on the plane

Rain dripping on the windows to my soul

Three years now that I been away

A little fish had to find a bigger bowl

When I touch down on the run way

I’m gonna run straight to my mum waiting at the gate

Get the duty free for the old man

And drink it with him till I can’t stand

Never been so lonely

When I get home

I’m gonna hit up all the homies

And then we’ll get stoned

See my Nana and my Grandpop

These days only see them on the laptop

These days I ain’t got a day to have off

Been away so long when I get back I’ma head back out to Avondale

That’s home. never turn my back on where I’m from

When I’m back, then it’s back on. (When I get home)

They say: «when you coming back Tom?»

I say «maybe never brother, but is that wrong?»

Look, I ain’t never gave a damn about a flag bruv

I don’t own no land that I stand on

And I’ve never been down with no patriotism

But I love the city that I’m from, and what? When I get home

When I get home

When I get home

When I get home

When I get back home

I’m standing in this empty room

Dead fern on the window sill

Dried out looking like a prune

Old dream I forgot to water

I was so young then

So naive I thought I’d be

A millionaire by now

Turns out, didn’t work out

Like I thought it would

Sold out and went Collingwood

Moved out of my childhood neighbourhood for good

The flight was booked so it’s too late to look down now

Ain’t nothing but some water

Some old friends that I thought I loved back then

Hanging on the same corner

And now I’m feeling like a foreigner

I ain’t the same dude I was

All of my youth is gone, I used it up

I guess I must’ve did so much, I blew my buzz

And now I can’t get no high, I grew too much

It’s just some strangers that I used to love

There’s nothing left to discuss

I don’t know where I am no more

I thought that it’d be all just like I was before

Then I got.

Then I got home

And the truth is that I don’t know where my home is anymore

When I get back home (home)

When I get home

When I get home

When I get back home

And our heroes wore black, and we fought back

And we thought that the world was flat for a fact

Because the furthest that we’d been from home was the laundromat

Back in standard four I walked the tracks to the mall and back

And that was like a world trip to us, the back of the bus

That was like a space ship to us, oblivious

To just how small our so called 'big city' was

And all that gulf war shit, that didn’t mean shit to us

We just flushed it

Kinda like the history they hushed with the musket

Kinda like the ancient Maori custom they crushed into custard squares

Like tapu in the Tupperware cupboard

With the treaty that they kaka’d on

Clean green babylon

Where everybody’s on the synthetic weed like crabs in a bucket bong

Sitting in a long white smoke cloud

Home town or ghost town

Don’t know how to tell the difference anymore

Hoe tells a tale about a hotel

Whole town go around talking about what they don’t really know about

It’s kinda like a giant hair salon where I’m from

Nobody really wants to cheer you on where I’m from

Remember that game that we played in the days at the pools where we fought for

first place on a floating log?

I don’t remember what the motive was

But as soon as someone new got on we were all hoping someone throws him off

While the hater on the water gun’s tryna hose him off

'This dude’s won twice in a row, look at him showing off'

You get too cocky, and your poppy get cut

You get too poppy and you’ll probably get jumped where I from

The land of the long line of road cones

The home of the homeless

The hole in the ozone

Where the young sheep work the street selling their wool

And we gather round the town square to yell at the fool

Clean green red meat, where the vegans get eaten

And the feelings get beat, dead end job, dead end street, dead end town

Where the rents mad dear but meth’s cheap

And making it is just making it to next week

Once were rainbow warriors now we just sink drink

Washed up on the north shore almost extinct

Deep fried native tongue served with a side of kumara fries

The youth euthanised, suicide rates higher than the rent

The government sitting on it’s fat assets, 25 mill on a flag test

New Key, same monarchy, snarky, sarky, Pakeha talking malarky

Living off the misery of Maori, milking the manaakitanga

As if parliament’s a party that her man’s DJing at

But I ain’t playing that, I Jumped up in an Uber and told the pilot

To take me back … home

Man: Hey boy, say something

Boy: Um, what should I say?

Man: Um … I-I don’t know

Boy: I don’t know? Okay. I don’t know

Man: What don’t you know?

Boy: Shut up

Man: What’s life?

Boy: Um, a magazine

Man: A magazine?

Boy: You’re supposed to say «how much?»!

Man: Oh, uh, how much?

Boy: Seven cents

Man: Seven ce--

Boy: Now say «I've only got--,» Now say «I've only got six.»

Man: Oh, I’ve only got six cents

Boy: That’s tough

Man: What’s tough?

Boy: Life!

Man: What’s life?

Boy: A magazine