In the howling wind comes a stinging rain

You see it driving the nails into the souls on the tree of pain

And from these fireflies, a red orange glow

You see the face of fear running scared through the valley below



CHORUS

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue

Bullet the blue



In the locust wind comes a rattling hum

Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome

You plant this demon seed; you raise a flower of fire

You see them burning crosses

You see the flames higher and higher



CHORUS



Suit and tie comes up to me

His face red like a rose on a thorn bush

With all the colors 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 the children sleep

And through the alleys of a quiet city street

You take the staircase to the first floor

You turn the key and slowly unlock the door

A man breathes into a saxophone

And through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside it's America

Outside it's America



CHORUS

Across the field you see the sky ripped open

See the rain through a gaping wound

Pounding on the women and children

Who run into the arms

Of America