Zb Lyrics

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

Sky
Sky
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 them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher 

Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky 

(Yeah... alright, I want you) 

So this guy comes up to me 
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 'em down 
One hundred
Two hundred 

And I can see those fighter planes 
I can see those fighter planes 
Across the mud huts where the children sleep 
Through the alleys and the quiet city street 
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 
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. 
And I can't tell the difference between 
ABC news, Hill Street Blues 
and a preacher on the old time gospel hour 
stealing money from the sick and the old. 

Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister. 
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador 
where the sky is ripped open 
and the rain pours through a gaping wound 
pelting the women and children...
pelting the women and children...
who run ...who run...
into the arms...of America.