I made sure that my kids knew the lyrics to this one.
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In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my name, I've changed my face
But no one wants you when you lose
Don't give up
'Cause you have friends
Don't give up
You're not beaten yet
Don't give up
I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up
We don't need much of anything
Don't give up
'Cause somewhere there's a place
Where we belong
Rest your head
You worry too much
It's going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don't give up
Please don't give up
'Got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That river's flowing
That river's flowing
Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs
Don't give up
'Cause you have friends
Don't give up
You're not the only one
Don't give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up now
We're proud of who you are
Don't give up
You know it's never been easy
Don't give up
'Cause I believe there's a place
There's a place where we belong
Songwriters: Peter Gabriel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjEq-r2agqc
Tales of Turmoil and Strife
Neil Young, Mideast Vacation Album: Life Released: July 6, 1987
I used to watch Highway Patrol, whittling with my knife
But the thought never struck me I'd be black and white for life
I was raised on law and order in a community of strife
Became a restless boarder and I never took a wife
I went looking for Khadafi aboard Air Force One
But I never did find him, and the CIA said "Son"
You'll never be a hero, your flying days are done
It's time for you to go home now, quit sniffing that smoking gun
I was travelling with my family in the Mideast late one night
In the hotel all was quiet, the kids were out like little lights
Then the streets were filled with jeeps, there was an explosion to the right
They shouted "Death to America", I was feelin' like a fight
So I ran down the stairs, and out into the street
Someone kicked me in the belly, someone else kissed my feet
I was Rambo in the disco, I was shootin' to the beat
When the burned me in effigy, my vacation was complete