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.


Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue.


Suit and tie 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 tin huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street.
Up the staircase to the first floor

We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a 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
Howlin' the women and children
Who run into the arms

Of America.