In
the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into soul 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
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
Suit
and tie comes up to me
His face red
Like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes deep into saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America