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 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 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 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 on the sky. Could be too late but we still gotta try. There's a moment in our life where a soul can die. And the person in a country when you believe the lie. The lie (the lie the lie). There's a promise in the heart of every good dream. It's a call to action not to fantasy. The end of a 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 our 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