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