Sepultura. Revolusongs. Bullet the Blue Sky. Zeneszám

In the howlin' wind
Comes a stingin' rain
See it drivin' nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain

From the firefly
A red orange glow
See the face of fear
Runnin' scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
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
We see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher

Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush

And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
(Slappin' 'em down)
One hundred, two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street

Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside is America
Outside is America
America

See across the field, see the sky ripped open
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound
Howlin' the women and children
Who run into the arms of America