Into the souls on the tree of pain.
Runnin' scared in the valley below.
And the angel was overcome.
You raise a flower of fire. We see them burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher.
Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
Suit and tie 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 peelin' off those dollar bills 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. Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan.
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howlin' the women and children