Lyrics:

And from these fireflies
And from these fireflies

In the howling wind, comes a stinging rain
You see it driving the nails into the souls on the tree of pain
And from these fireflies, a red orange glow
You see the face of fear running scared through 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
Where Jacob wrestled the angel, and the angel was overcome
You plant this demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
You see them burning crosses
You see the flames higher and higher

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
With all the colors 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
Across the mud huts, the children sleep
And through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls, you hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue skies
In the blue skies
In the blue skies
See the sky ripped open
The rain's coming down
With visions of love
People of the world
As they run into the arms of America
Of America
Of America
Of America