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