Song Lyrics

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See ‘em driving nails into the souls in the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear it’s running scared in the valley below

Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky

From the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
Ya plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
I see them burning crosses, I see the flames higher and higher

Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky

So this guy comes up to me
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
Slapping ‘em down

I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city streets
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s America
Outside it’s America

So anyway
I found myself leaving the city of Boston
I went out towards Foxboro
Just by Route 1
And I saw this…big open space with about, oh
50, 000, 60,000 people
And I said to myself if this is America I like it
See the sky ripped open the rain pouring down
But it dampen our spirits even a little bit
And it was that night I knew what it felt like
To be…to be…in the arms of America