I wasn't
born in this country.
Still somehow here I stand.
With all the good that love has done
me.
I could hold it in one hand.
I know I can't live without it.
Sometimes it's all
I've ever known.
A mother raised me not to doubt it.
A sweet relief might come just to
hold the gun.
I swear I've put it down.
I'm not afraid of this country.
It let me live out all my plans.
Some say they run it like a company.
We're all working for the man.
I know I can't live without it.
And now it's all I've ever known.
A mother raised me not to doubt it.
But still we feel ashamed of some
ancient pain that somehow seems to grow.
We all belong in this country.
We all belong in this country.
We
all belong in this country.