Say what you want me to say, I'll say it.
Tell me what you want me to pray, I'll parade it!
Preacher of folly, teacher of the holy!
You say its worth something,
then it must be gold.
Infused with lies,
you're coloring outside the lines
of graceful peace!
And lighting the path for the weaker man
to trace his steps right back to you.
I can't see what you see,
and I'll never be what you want me to be!
I can see the way you lift your hands!
You think you feel something more then me?
If this is the way that its going to be...
why don't you take your things and leave!
Don't throw your deceit into my hands!
I've already been so blind
to someone who'll be a pallbearer,
for your congregation
whose path is lit by funeral pyres!
Why don't you just walk out the back door? (Why don't you?)
Bless this soul!
My sweeping heart roams
this earth in hopes to find love
But, isn't love that drives us to war?
Just live love! Live love! Live love!
Look out your back door!
Gracious peace envelope me like the sun,
the Father's son!
So, if its blood, then its blood.
But, if you sold your soul
to the gravedigger...
GOD BLESS AMERICA!