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  You plant a 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  Bullet the blue    This guy comes up to me  His face red like a rose on a thorn bush  Like 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  And I can see those fighter planes  Across the mud huts where the children sleep  Through the alleys of a quiet city street  You take the staircase to the first floor  Turn the key and slowly unlock the door  As a man breathes into a saxophone  And through the walls you hear the city groan  Outside is America  Outside is America    Across the field you see the sky ripped open  See the rain through a gaping wound  Pounding on the women and children   Who run  Into the arms  Of America