Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
And I can see those fighter planes
Outside, is America
One hundred, two hundred
You raise a flower of fire
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
From the firefly
We see them burnin' crosses
Bullet the blue sky
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Comes a rattle and hum
You plant a demon seed
(Slappin' 'em down)
And I can see those fighter planes
Suit and tie comes up to me
As a man breathes into his saxophone
Like all the colors of a royal flush
In the locust wind
See it drivin' nails
See across the field
See the face of fear
And the angel was overcome
See the flames, higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
A red orange glow
Up the staircase to the first floor
Jacob wrestled the angel
Howlin' the women and children
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Outside, is America, America
See the sky ripped open
Runnin' scared in the valley below
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Across the tin huts as children sleep
Bullet the blue
Into the souls on the tree of pain
