Shout
Shout

In the howling wind
Comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain

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

Woah-woah
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Woah-woah
Bullet the blue (sky, ah)
Bullet the blue (ah)

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
See them burning crosses
See the flames, higher and higher

Woah-woah
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

And 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 them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes deep into saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America

See across the field
See the sky ripped open
See the rain coming through the gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms of America

Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America

Of America (into the arms of America)
Of America
Of America
Of America

Of America (into the arms of America)
Of America
Of America
Of America

Of America (into the arms of America)
Of America
Of America
Of America

Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America
Of America