P.O.D. - Bullet The Blue Sky

and from these fireflies,
and from these fireflies

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
You see it driving nails
Into the souls of the tree of pain
And from these fireflies, a red orange glow
You see the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue (sky)
Bullet the blue (sky)

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
When 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 sky
Bullet the blue (sky)
Bullet the blue (sky)

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 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 where 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

(Backwards section..)
For God so loved the world
That he gave his only begotten son
that whoever believed in him,
shall not perish but have everlasting life.
and for that he cried out the name of Jesus Christ.
whoever believes, will be saved

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue skies
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue skies
the blue
and the the blue skies

You see the sky ripped open
the rains comin down
Visions of love
People of the world
As they run, Into the arms
Of America.. Of America.. Of America