three fuckin countries want me

three fuckin countries want me
not sure which one i belong to
i think the fourth is my option
take the plane to iceland dude
india was where my parents were born
over where the land is warm
the elephants roam on the streets
and the pigs call the drains their home
and you can get streetside dosa
just be careful about the food
you dont wanna get sick there
that would be entirely uncool.
wales was where i was born
land of green and hills
spent alot of time in england
thats where my folks paid their bills
went to a school named qegs
and heathfield before that
but the place burned down
never got to visit thats a fact
midwest's where we moved to
and where ive been for many years
all the torture ive faced here
could drive a grown man to tears
but ive remained none the less despite the mess
and have started to write songs
people seem to like those things i confess
and thats how we get along
but icelands the place where my dreams're takin me
i look pictures up all the time
the ice and snow and all the greenery
natures winter howl sublime
home of sigur ros and bjork
theyve got some great scenery
great fish in which to stick forks
ride cars in the snow wearily
im torn between these three worlds
there's no easy way to get out of this
three places seeking my allegience
i bet you most white people dont envy us
i guess my skin is supposed to tell me something about my character
but it certainly seems like a poor indicator
ill be dealing with this identity crisis
and remembering my english radiator