Bullet The Blue Sky/Riders On The Storm

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into 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

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

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

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

Yeah,
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
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred,
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes

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

rising rain comes up to me
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts as the children sleep
Through the alleys and the quiet city streets
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside is America
Not tonight it's not, no

Yeah, so anyway
I go to San Salvador
In the hills outside San Salvador
We see the sky ripped open
We see the rain coming through the gaping wound
Run into the arms
america