Yeah, sunny skies over Paris
Sunny skies over London, yeah
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See him driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Child
Child
Bullet the blue sky (child)
Bullet the blue sky (child)
Bullet the blue (child)
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
I see him burning crosses, I see the flames higher and higher
Child
Child
Bullet the blue sky (child)
Bullet the blue sky (child)
Bullet the blue (child)
Bullet the blue (child)
Yeah
Yeah
That's true
So this guy comes up to me, see
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 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
Yeah, so anyway
I get her to San Salvador and the hills outside San Salvador
We see the sky ripped open
We see the rain pouring through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run, who run
Into the arms of America
