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
I see the face of [bad word] scared in the valley below

The sky
The sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

In the locust [bad word] a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, 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

The sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

What you say
What you didn't
And what you caught on the street light
Right there on the street

So this [bad word] up to me, see
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
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
You stop my feather in the dark of disco
We shall, we take it to the romp by the stop
It's [bad word]  we take it to the top
And turn the key
We turn the key,unlock the door
man breathes deep into saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city moan
Outside is America
Outside, the UK
Outside, France
EU, EU, EU, EU
I can see you
EU, UDA, IRA, British Army
UDF, IRA, real IRA
UDF, real IRA, real IRA, real IRA
And [bad word]  [bad word] into the arms