In the howling wind comes 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 fear running scared in the valley below 

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

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum 
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome 
You plant a demon seed; You raise a flower of fire 
You see them burning crosses 
You see the flames higher and higher 

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

This guy comes 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