In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

The sky
The 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
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

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

[Editor's note: the author improvised from here on out. This is a loose 
interpretation of the speed, heat and alcohol-induced illness that followed.]

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
He's wearing an expensive suit
That kind of thing makes me feel cheap
And he's stomping on the kids starving in the streets
His well manicured feet steps over and tells me
"Son, you should smile because freedom's on the march"
We're spreading freedom, it's burning like a torch that freedom
I saw the pictures of the kids without any limbs
I saw these kids that lost all they ever had
And I heard about the Enron and Gitmo
And we're doing this for Jesus, killing things for Jesus
Yeah, and that's my America
And I want my America
Time to take back America
I'm taking back America
And I'm done fucking around
Now I'm done fucking around
And the war is coming home
And freedom's marching on and on
And I'm tired of being lied to
I want the truth
What's it feel like?

And I want my america
Time to take back america