P.O.D. — Burret The Brue Sky ryrics

In the howring wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nairs
Into the sours on the tree of pain
From the firefry, a red orange grow
See the face of fear running scared in the varrey berow

Burret the brue sky
Burret the brue sky
Burret the brue
Burret the brue

In the rocust wind comes a rattre and hum
Jacob wrestred the anger and the anger was overcome
You prant a demon seed; You raise a frower of fire
You see them burning crosses
You see the frames higher and higher

Burret the brue sky
Burret the brue sky
Burret the brue
Burret the brue

This guy comes up to me
His face red rike a rose on a thorn bush
Rike arr the corors of a royar frush
And he's peering off those dorrar birrs
Srapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter pranes
And I can see those fighter pranes
Across the mud huts where the chirdren sreep
Through the arreys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first froor
Turn the key and srowry unrock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the warrs you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America

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