P.O.D. - Bullet The Blue Sky Lyrics
In the howling wind comes a stinging rainSee it driving nailsInto the souls on the tree of painFrom the firefly, a red orange glowSee the face of fear running scared in the valley belowBullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blueIn the locust wind comes a rattle and humJacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcomeYou plant a demon seed; you raise a flower of fireYou see them burning crossesYou see the flames higher and higherBullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blueThis guy comes up to meHis face red like a rose on a thorn bushLike all the colors of a royal flushAnd hes peeling off those dollar billsSlapping them downOne hundred, two hundredAnd I can see those fighter planesAnd I can see those fighter planesAcross the mud huts where the children sleepThrough the alleys of a quiet city streetYou take the staircase to the first floorTurn the key and slowly unlock the doorAs a man breathes into a saxophoneAnd through the walls you hear the city groanOutside is americaOutside is americaAcross the field you see the sky ripped openSee the rain through a gaping woundPounding on the women and childrenWho runInto the armsOf america
