In the howlin' wind
Comes a stingin' rain
Now 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

Oh, oh
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum
Now Jacob wrestled the angel
But the angel was overcome

You plant a demon seed
You raise this flower of fire
Now see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher
Oh, oh
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Yeah

This man, he comes running up to me
His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a, of a, royal flush
He's holding his hand out to me
He's got his finger in my face!
He's got his finger in my face!
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Now I didn't quite know what to do about this, you know
Because, I mean, one side of me just wants to, just wants to unload on him
You know, "Fuck you, man!"
But the other side of me is thinking
"He just don’t understand
He don’t understand."
See, he thinks I’m less of a man because I don’t fit his ideal
I don’t fit his plan
He don’t understand
He don’t understand
I mean he’s living in some kind of box, you know
He’s got his little box he's made for himself
Don’t step outside of that box!
Don’t step outside of that box!
It’s dangerous out there, outside the box
But, I don’t know, I guess he’s entitled to his opinion, right?
He’s entitled to his opinion
Because after all isn't this America?
I mean, goddamn isn't this America?
Everybody can have their fucking opinion in America
Everybody’s got a fucking opinion!

I got to tell you about this dream I keep having
Every night I keep having the same dream
Maybe it’s because I’m on the road I don’t know, but
But I don’t sleep so well some nights

You hear that sound, that electric feedback guitar sound?
Well, that’s the sound I hear every night as I put my head down on that pillow

Anyway, I was going to tell you about this dream I keep having
Every night I keep having the same dream
I dream I'm running
I dream I’m running
I’m running through every city, street and town across our country
I’m running
I’m running
And as I run I look around
I look around because I want to see what’s going on, you know
Got to keep abreast of all the happenings, you know
And as I look around I see faces surrounding me
Faces surrounding me as I’m running by
I see faces of our old people
I see faces of our little children and our elderly and our sick and our poor and our homeless
Staring back at me
And as I run by they reach out, and they grab onto me
They're grabbing onto my arms, and they're grabbing onto my legs and my clothes
And I’m just, I’m running running, you know, I’m just running
And I pull them along
I pull them along
I just keep pulling them along as I run
As I run
And as I run I just pull them all along
Because isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?
Because we're Americans, right?