In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain From the firefly a red orange scared in the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky 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 So this guy comes up to me His face red like the rose of a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peelin off those dollar bills Slappin them down One hundred Two hundred And i can see the fighter planes i can see the fighter planes Across the mudhuts as the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street up the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Outside is America Outside is America *Guitar Solo* So back in my hotel room Metallic on train and the love supreme In the next room we hear a women scream out As her lover's turnin' off and turnin' on the television I can't tell the difference between ABC news Hill street Blues and a preacher of the old time gospel hour stealin' money from the sick and the old Well the god I believe in ain't short of cash mister I fell along way from the hills of San Salvador Where the sky is ripped open And the rain pours through a gaping wound Pelting the women and children Pelting the women and children Come on, come on Into the arms of America