In the howling wind comes a stinging rain

See it driving nails

Into the souls 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 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

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



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 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 where the children sleep

Through the alleys of a quiet city street

You take the staircase to the first floor

Turn the key and slowly unlock the door

As a man breathes into a saxophone

And through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside is America

Outside is 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



This song is Originally done by U2 but P.O.D did a Remake of This song