Stop Stop   Don't tell me this is real   Come pinch me now   Hold on, is that my father   Waking me from my sleep      You want to make history   But now you'll see   The lions about to roar   And as the eagle soared   Up high into the trees   You toast your glass   And raise your hands in victory      What's this so called religion   Practicing peace and love   How different this could have been   If they had the one true God