In the howling [bad word] 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 [bad word] scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

In the locust [bad word] a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was [bad word] You 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 sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This [bad word] 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
America...
Americaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children [bad word] Into the arms