Cover the world with Astroturf
Paint the gray 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
CHORUS:
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 reward, as long as it don't come from me
I thank the Lord every day
Famine fills prophesy
So, I rejoice in my brand-new Lexus, as I claim Christ's victory
CHORUS
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 maître d'
So, when I leave a tract instead of a tip, I know he'll wanna get saved just like me
CHORUS
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 going 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 its knees
Christian America
