In the howling wind Comes a swingin' rain See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly A red-orange glow See the face of fear running scared in that valley below Ooh Ooh Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel, and the angel was overcome Plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher Ooh Ooh Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue, oh Bullet the blue, oh Oh Oh So this guy comes up to me His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Slappin' 'em down Uno, dos And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of the quiet city street You take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door And a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America America America So across the field You see the sky ripped open See the rain come through the gaping wound Pounding the broads and the kids Who run into the arms
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