Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running 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
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 sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red
Like a rose on a thorn 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 those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes deep into his saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America

So I'm back in my hotel room
With John Coltrane and The Love Supreme
In the next room I hear some woman scream
Out that her lover's turning off
Turning on the television
And I can't tell the difference between ABC News
Hill Street Blues and a preacher on the old time Gospel Hour
Stealing money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in isn't
Short of cash, Mister
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run... who run... into the arms
Of America