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 Call her home, Brother John So every mother's weepin' Dream on, Brother John In your dreams you get me sleepin' 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