Song Lyrics

Uh huh huh huh, yep

Alright
Uh huh huh huh

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
I see a face of fear, it’s running scared in the valley below
Oh oh oh oh

Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
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
You plant a demon seed you raise a flower of fire
See ‘em burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky

Run, over to you Roy Lichtenstein
Yeah man

(Oh yeah)

This guy comes up to me, see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
He’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
He’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
Three Hundred, Four?
Yeah, yeah, huh ha
I can see those fighter planes
Can see those fighter planes

Across the valleys the quiet city streets
Across the tin huts the Saritista’s sleep
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
Up a staircase to the first floor
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside… it’s America
Outside… it’s America

And we run, the Irish run
Yeah, the Irish run
Through the arms, into the arms
Through the arms
Of America

Yeah, oh yeah
The Irish run