Song Lyrics

Yeah, sunny skies over Paris
Sunny skies above London
Yeah

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

Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-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
I see ‘em burning crosses, I see the flames higher and higher

Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky /_ Sky_
Bullet blue /_ Sky_
Bullet blue / Sky
(Oh…Adam)
Go!

Yeah, yeah
It’s true
So 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
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 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 a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s America
Not tonight it’s not
No! Run!

Yeah
So anyway
I go to San Salvador
In the hills outside San Salvador
We see the sky ripped open
We see the rain poring through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run…who run
Into the arms…of America