Blessed are the bullies
For one day they will have to stand up to themselves
Blessed are the liars
For the truth can be awkward
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around
Look around, around
Look around, it’s a sound
Look around, look around
It’s a sound
It’s not a place
This country is to me a thought
That offers grace
For every welcome that is sought
You are rock’n’roll
You and I are rock’n’roll
You are rock’n’roll
Came here lookin’ for American Soul
It’s not a place
This is a dream the whole world owns
The pilgrim’s face
It had your heart to call her home
Hold on, brother John
Too many mothers weeping
Dream on, brother John
In your dreams you can’t be sleeping
You are rock’n’roll
You and I are rock’n’roll
You are rock’n’roll
Came here lookin’ for American Soul
American, American
Put your hands in the air
Hold up the sky
It could be too late
But we still gotta try
There’s a moment in a life
Where the soul can die
In a person, in a country
When you believe the lie
The lie, the lie, the lie
There's a promise at the heart
Of every good dream
It's a call to action
Not to fantasy
The end of the dream
The start of what's real
Let it be unity
Let it be community
For refugees like you and me
A country to receive us
Will you be my sanctuary
RefuJesus
You are rock’n’roll
You and I are rock’n’roll
You are rock’n’roll
Came here lookin’ for American Soul
You are rock’n’roll
You and I are rock’n’roll
You are rock’n’roll
Came here lookin’ for American Soul
American Soul, American Soul
