Patchwork America
This is my family
Sitting around and getting fat on the fact that
Jesus died for me
Are we condemning ourselves to being
saved by the skins of our teeth
Patchwork America shout
welcome home to me
Patchwork America
This is our family
So are you listening when we speak
Or do you still think it's make-believe?
Are we still holding on to what we know are false beliefs?
Patchwork America
Patchwork America
And in the towers of our masters
they mock us with ourselves
Selling us false promises so we'll
Gladly stock their shelves
Patchwork America
This is His family
So pay your tithes, wear your plastic smiles
and don't fall into my deceit
We victims of self-defeat take credit for the victory
Patchwork America shout
Welcome Home to me
And in the towers of our masters
they mock us with ourselves
Selling us false promises so
We'll gladly stock their shelves
We're greedy for the torture
(everyday) we thank them for the pain
Inside doubt is the power to heal
All hidden in His name
Patchwork America
Patchwork America
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