bullet the blue sky
queensryche
into the souls on the tree of pain
runnin' scared in the valley below
and the angel was overcome
you raise this flower of fire
we see them burnin' crosses
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
he's holding his hand out to me
he's got a finger in my face
but the other side of me is thinkin'
he just don't understand""