Letra de 'Christian America' de Dead Artist Syndrome

Cover my world with Astroturf,
Paint my grey skies blue,
I wear the rosy glasses of God, the day that I found you,
I condemn all the things I did when I tell my testimony,
I got to have all the fun so I can tell you it was misery.

Praise the Lord, we'll have fun in the Son,
We'll use our bibles like a loaded gun,
Shut down all who disagree with our bad theology,
It's manifest destiny,
Christian America.

I never worry about the poor because they're blessed, you see,
I always pray for their just rewards, as long as it don't come from me,
I thank the Lord every day,
Their fear, it fills prophesy,
So I rejoice in my brand new Lexus, as I claim Christ's victory.

Praise the Lord, we'll have fun in the Son,
We'll use our bibles like a loaded gun,
Shut down all who disagree with our bad theology,
It's manifest destiny,
Christian America.

Look at them fighting on the West Bank, throwing rocks at those Jews,
I rejoice in every child that dies; it means Christ is coming soon,
I bow my head in a restaurant as a witness the MatreDé,
So when I leave a tract instead of a tip, I know he'll wanna get saved just like me.

Praise the Lord, we'll have fun in the Son,
We'll use our bibles like a loaded gun,
Shut down all who disagree with our bad theology,
It's manifest destiny,
Christian America.

Hallelujah,
Everybody, let's stand and worship ourselves before the Lord.

World is crumbling, people are dying, I just wanna praise the Lord,
No need for fussing, no need for striving, in his love I'm sure,
And if this world starts closing down, Jesus will lift me up off the ground,
The world is crumbling, people are dying, I just wanna praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord, we'll have fun in the Son,
We'll use our bibles like a loaded gun,
Shut down all who disagree with our bad theology,
It's manifest destiny,
You can be wonderful like me,
We'll grind the world to it's knees,
Christian America.