Fatherland from Woebegone by Eliot Wilder

We been wandering through this land
Looking for our home sweet home
We been cast out like so much trash
Everywhere we roam
We may be lowly, we may be fools
We may be stubborn like a pack of mules
We may be stupid, we may be nuts
We may be dirty but boy have we got guts

Down and down we go
To the fatherland

We been a-dreaming of another world
A world in which we rule
We live in mansions up on the hill
And we go to the finest school
We may be downtrodden, we may be lost
We may live in tenements that look just like a holocaust
We may wear rags, we may be in debt
We may be down but we are not done just yet

We been a-hoping for a better time
When it's Christmas every day
When all our dreams will come true
And we shine like the milky way
We may be broken, we may be hurt
We may have our faces shoved down in the dirt
We may paupers, we may have no clout
But one day we will rise on up
And show 'em all what we're all about

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