Interpret:

P.O.D.

Album:

The Fundamental Elements Of Southtown

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


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


In the locust wind comes a rattling 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 


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


Suit and tie comes up to me 
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush 
With 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 the children sleep 
And through the alleys of a quiet city street 
You take the staircase to the first floor 
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 


Across the field you see the sky ripped open 
See the rain through a gaping wound 
Pounding on the women and children 
Who run 
Into the arms 
Of America 


This song is Originally done by U2 but P.O.D did a Remake of This song