Bullet The Blue Sky - POD

In the howling wind, comes a stinging rain 
You see it driving the nails into the souls on the tree of pain 
From these fireflies, a red, orange glow 
You see the face of fear running scared in the valley below 

Bullet the blue sky 

In the locust wind comes a rattle and 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 

Suit and tie comes up to me 
Hi face red like a rose on a thorn bush 
With all the colours of a royal flush 
And he's peeling off those dollar bills, slopping them down 
One hundred, two hundred 
And I can see those fighter planes, I can see those fighter planes 
Across the mud huts the children sleep 
Through the alley of a quiet city streets 
You take the staircase to the first floor 
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door 
A man breathes into a saxophone 
Through the walls you hear the city groan 
Outside it's America, outside it's America