In the howling
wind comes a stinging rain
See the 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 turning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Suit and tie comes up to me
Suit's red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling of 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 as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
And take the staircase up to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
See across the field
See the sky runs open blue
See the rain through the gape of the moon
Howling women shown
Run into the arms of America
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