Queensrche — Bullet the Blue Sky Live

In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain Now 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 Oh, oh Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum Now Jacob wrestled the angel But the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise this flower of fire Now see them burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher Oh, oh Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Yeah This man, he comes running up to me His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a, of a, royal flush He's holding his hand out to me He's got his finger in my face! He's got his finger in my face! Now I didn't know quite know what to do about this, you know Because, I mean, one side of me just wants to unload on him Just like, "Fuck you, man!" But the other side of me is thinking "He just don’t understand You don’t understand." See, he thinks I’m less of a man because I don’t fit his ideal Because I don’t fit his plan You don’t understand You don’t understand I mean he’s living in some kind of box you know He’s got his little box he's made for himself Don’t step outside of that box! Don’t step outside of that box! It’s dangerous out there, outside the box But, I don’t know, I guess he’s entitled to his opinion, right? He’s entitled to his opinion Because after all isn't this America? I mean, goddamn isn't this America? Everybody can have their fucking opinion in America Everybody’s got a fucking opinion! I got to tell you about this dream I keep having Every night I keep having the same dream Maybe it’s because I’m on the road I don’t know I don’t sleep so well some nights You hear that sound, that electric feedback guitar sound? Well, that’s the sound I hear every night as I put my head down on that pillow Anyway, I was going to tell you about this dream I keep having Every night I keep having the same dream I dream I'm running I dream I’m running I’m running through every city street and town across our country I’m running I’m running And as I run I look around I look around because I want to see what’s going on, you know Got to keep abreast of all the happenings, you know And as I look around I see faces surrounding me Faces surrounding me as I’m running by I see faces of our old people I see faces of our little children and our elderly and our sick and our poor and our homeless Staring back at me And as I run by they reach out and they grab onto me They're grabbing onto my arms they're grabbing onto my legs and my clothes And I’m just running, you know, I’m just running And I pull them along I pull them along I just keep pulling them along as I run As I run And as I run I just pull them all along Because isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Because we're Americans, right?