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

American Soul

American Soul