And from these fireflies   And from these fireflies      In the howlin' wind comes the stingin' rain   You see it drivin' the nails into the souls of the tree of pain   And from these fireflies, a red orange glow   You see the face of fear runnin' scared   In the valley below, right      Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue   Bullet the blue      In the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum   Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome   You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire   You see them burnin' crosses   You see the flames higher and higher      Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue   Bullet the blue      This guy 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 peelin' off those dollar bills   Slappin' them down      One hundred, two hundred   And I can see those fighter planes   And I can see those fighter planes   Across the mud huts where children sleep   And through the alleys of a quiet city street      You take the staircase to the first floor   You turn the key and slowly unlock the door   A man breathes into a saxophone   And through the walls you hear the city groan   And outside it's America and outside it's America      Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky      Bullet the blue   Bullet the blue   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky   Bullet the blue sky      See the sky ripped open, rain coming down with vision of love   People of the world as they run into the arms of America   Of America, of America, of America