In the howling wind, comes a stinging rain
You see it driving the nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From these fireflies, a red, orange glow
You see the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
You plant this demon seed; you raise a flower of fire
You see them burning crosses; you see the flames higher and higher

Suit and tie comes up to me
Hi face red like a rose on a thorn bush
With all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills, slopping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes, I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts the children sleep
Through the alley of a quiet city streets
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside it's America, outside it's America