Bullet the Blue Sky - P.O.D.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain

See it driving nails into 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

Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire

See them burning crosses, 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

Take the staircase to the first floor

Turn the key and slowly unlock the door

As a man breathes into a saxophone

Through the walls we hear the city groan

Outside it’s america

Outside it’s america

Across the field you see the sky ripped open

See the rain come through the gaping wound

Pounding on the women and children

Who run into the arms of America