American Gospel

Blessed are the powerful

Blessed are the rich

Blessed are the merciless

And the hypocrites

They will inherit the empires passing

It's the American Gospel

Blessed are the superstars

Blessed are the famous

Blessed are the ones

Who make their faces ageless

They will inherit the magazine covers

Of the American Gospel

Come to me those who have something to give

Come to me those who are likely to win

Come to me those who are ruthless and proud of it

Come pledge

Come swear

Come vote for the American Gospel

Don't wait

Come trade

Your soul for the American Gospel

Blessed are the speech police

Fundamentalists

Blessed are the rioters

Raising clenching fists

They will be filled with empathy for all

Except their enemies

Come to me if you would take up the sword

A citizen honest, a patriot pure

Come to me all who are willing to kill in the war

For country

For culture

And God and the American Gospel

For yours

Is more

And more of the American Gospel

Blessed are the powerless

Blessed are the poor

Blessed are the merciful

Blessed are the pure

For they will inherit the kingdom of Heaven

And that's the heart of the Gospel