In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain ]from the firefly, a red orange glow See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue
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
Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue
This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Slapping them down One hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street Take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's america Outside it's america
Across the field you see the sky ripped open See the rain come through the gaping wound Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of america
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