In the howling wind, comes a stinging rain

You see it driving the nails into the souls on the tree of pain

From these fireflies, a red, orange glow

You see the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky

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

Suit and tie comes up to me

Hi face red like a rose on a thorn bush

With all the colours of a royal flush

And he's peeling off those dollar bills, slopping them down

One hundred, two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes, I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts the children sleep

Through the alley of a quiet city streets

You take the staircase to the first floor

Turn the key and slowly unlock the door

A man breathes into a saxophone

Through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside it's America, outside it's America