歌词
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into the souls on a tree of pain
From the firefly a red-orange glow
I see the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
In locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Judith wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
She had a demon seed
She rase flower of fire
I see her burning crosses
I see the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
And I see her come up to me
Her dress red
Like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And she's pealing off those dollar bills
And 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 alleys and quiet city streets
Up a staircase to the first floor
I turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
'So I'm back in my hotel room,
With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme,
In the next room I hear some woman scream out,
That her lover's turning off,
Turning on the television,
I can't tell the difference between :-
ABC news, Hill Street Blues
And some preacher in the old time gospel hour
Stealing money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in ain't short of cash Mister !!'
See across the view
See the sky ripped open
See the rain pounding the women and children
Who run
Into the arms of America......