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
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
Suit and ties comes up to me His face red Like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollars bills Slapping them down, one hundred, two hundred, And I can see the fighter planes And I can see the fighter planes Across the mud huts as the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes deep into saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Outside is America Outside is America
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