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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
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

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
With all the colors 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, I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts the children sleep
Through the alleys 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

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky