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
Compositores: Paul David Hewson, David Evans, Laurence Mullen, Adam Clayton (U2) ECAD: Obra #17175185