Blessed are the bullies For one day they will have to stand up to themselves Blessed are the lies For the truth can be awkward
It's not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around
Look around Look 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 and roll You and I are rock and roll You are rock and roll Came here looking for American Soul
It's not a place This is a dream the whole world owns The pilgrims face It had your heart to call a home
Hold on brother John Too many mothers weeping Dream on brother John In your dreams you can’t be sleeping
You are rock and roll You and I are rock and roll You are rock and roll Came here looking for American Soul
American American
Put your hands in the air Hold up the sky Could be too late but we still gotta try
There's a moment in 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 a 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 Refu.. Jesus
You are rock and roll You and I are rock and roll You are rock and roll Came here looking for American Soul
You are rock and roll You and I are rock and roll You are rock and roll Came here looking for American Soul