In the howling wind comes a stinging rain <br />See it driving nails <br />Into the souls on the tree of pain <br />From the firefly, a red orange glow <br />See the face of fear <br />Running scared in the valley below <br /><br />Bullet the blue sky <br />Bullet the blue sky <br />Bullet the blue <br />Bullet the blue <br /><br />In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum <br />Jacob wrestled the angel <br />And the angel was overcome <br />You plant a demon seed <br />You raise a flower of fire <br />See them burning crosses <br />See the flames higher and higher <br /><br />Bullet the blue sky <br />Bullet the blue sky <br />Bullet the blue <br />Bullet the blue <br /><br />This guy comes up to me <br />His face red like a rose on a thorn bush <br />Like all the colors of a royal flush <br />And he's peeling off those dollar bills <br />Slapping them down <br />One hundred, two hundred <br />And I can see those fighter planes <br />And I can see those fighter planes <br />Across the mud huts where the children sleep <br />Through the alleys of a quiet city street <br />You take the staircase to the first floor <br />Turn the key and slowly unlock the door <br />As a man breathes into a saxophone <br />And through the walls you hear the city groan <br />Outside is America <br />Outside is America <br /><br />Across the field you see the sky ripped open <br />See the rain through a gaping wound <br />Pounding on the women and children <br />Who run <br />Into the arms <br />Of America
