Текст песни Bullet the Blue Sky (2021 - Remaster) - Sepultura

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

Whoa-whoa
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
You see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher

Whoa-whoa
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue, bullet the blue

The sky comes up to me
His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours 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

You take the staircase to the first floor
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!

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue

Runnin' into the arms of America
Into the arms of America