Like all the colors of a royal flush
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Pounding on the women and children
Slappin' 'em down, one hundred, two hundred
See them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
And I can see those fighter planes
You take the staircase to the first floor
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Bullet the blue sky
This guy comes up to me
Bullet the blue
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
Outside it's America, outside it's America
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue sky
See the rain through a gaping wound
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
And through the walls you hear the city groan
And I can see those fighter planes
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
From the firefly a red orange glow
