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
