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
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