In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See them driving nails into souls in the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow I see a face of fear running scared in the valley below
The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky 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 You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky
Long live never again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This guy comes up to me, you see His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush He's peeling off those dollar bills Slapping them down Slapping them down We're talking one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four I can see the fighter planes I can see the fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys and the quiet city streets We take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone Saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan, moan Outside it's America America, America And we run And we run into the arms