P.O.D. — Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain You see it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain And from these fireflies, a red orange glow You see the face of fear running scared through the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind comes a rattling 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 Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Suit and tie comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush With 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 the children sleep And through the alleys of a quiet city street You take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America Across the field you see the sky ripped open See the rain through a gaping wound Pounding on the women and children Who run Into the arms Of America