Bullet the Blue Sky (Live)

In the howlin' wind, comes a stingin' rain

See them drivin' nails into the souls on the tree of pain

From the firefly, a red-orange glow

I see the face of fear runnin' scared in the valley below

Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

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

You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire

I see them burnin' crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue

Bullet the blue

Yeah

So 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 peelin' off those dollar bills, slappin' 'em down

One hundred, two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes

I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts where the children sleep

Through the valleys and the quiet city streets

We take the staircase to the first floor

We turn the key and slowly unlock the door

A man breathes into his saxophone

And through the walls, we hear the city groan

Outside, it's America

Outside, it's America

So I'm back at my hotel room

We turn on Coltrane on A Love Supreme

And in the next room, I hear some woman scream out

Her lover's turnin' off, turnin' on the television

And I can't tell the difference between ABC News, Hillstreet Blues

And a preacher on the Old Time Gospel Hour

Stealing money from the sick and the old

Well, the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister

I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador

Where the sky is ripped open

And the rains pours through a gapin' wound

Pelting the women and children

Pelting the women and children

Run

Run

Into the arms

Of America