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......