In the howling [bad word] a stinging rain 
See it driving nails into 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 
Bullet the blue 
Bullet the blue 

In the locust [bad word] a rattle and hum 
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was [bad word] 
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 
Take the staircase to the first floor 
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door 
As a man breathes into a saxophone 
Through the walls we hear the city groan 
Outside it's america 
Outside it's america 

Across the field you see the sky ripped open 
See the [bad word] through the gaping wound 
Pounding on the women and children [bad word] into the arms of america