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

Woah, woah, bullet the blue sky, bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue, bullet the blue

[Incomprehensible] to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like 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 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