In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it drivibg nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly
a red orange scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed
you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
see the flames
higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red<br /> Like a rose on a thron bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
(Slapping them down)
one hundred
two hundred

And I can see the fighter planes
And I can see the fighter planes
Across the mud huts as the 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
A man breathes deep into saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Qutside is America
Outside is America