Bullet the Blue Sky

In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain See it drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Runnin' scared in the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire We see them burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue And this guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peelin' off those dollar bills, slappin' 'em down One hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street And take the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As the man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside, is America Outside, is America America See across the field See the sky ripped open See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howling, the women and children Who run into the arms Of America