"Bullet the Blue Sky"

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 / And he's peeling off those dollar bills / (Slapping them down), one hundred, two hundred, / And I can see the fighter planes / And I can see the fighter planes / Across the mud huts as the children sleep / 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 his saxophone / Through the walls we hear the city groan / Outside is America / Outside is America