Bullet The Blue Sky
In the howlin' wind comes a stingin' rainSee it drivin' nails into the souls on the tree of painFrom the firefly a red orange glowSee the face of fear, runnin' scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
In the locust wind comes a rattle and humJacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcomeYou plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fireWe see them burnin' crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Suit and tie comes up to meHis face red like a rose on a thorn bushLike all the colours of a royal flushAnd he's peelin' off those dollar billsSlappin' 'em downOne hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planesAcross the tin huts as children sleepThrough the alleys of a quiet city streetUp the staircase to the first floorWe turn the key and slowly unlock the doorAs a man breathes into his saxophoneAnd through the walls you hear the city groanOutside is America
See across the fieldSee the sky ripped openSee the rain comin' through the gapin' woundHowlin' the women and childrenWho run into the arms of America