In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
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See it driving nails
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Into the souls on the tree of pain
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From the firefly, a red orange glow
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See the face of fear
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Running scared in the valley below
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue
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Bullet the blue
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In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
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Jacob wrestled the angel
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And the angel was overcome
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You plant a demon seed
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You raise a flower of fire
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See them burning crosses
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See the flames higher and higher
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue
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Bullet the blue
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This guy comes up to me
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His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
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Like all the colors of a royal flush
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And he's peeling off those dollar bills
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Slapping them down
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One hundred, two hundred
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And I can see those fighter planes
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And I can see those fighter planes
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Across the mud huts where the children sleep
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Through the alleys of a quiet city street
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You take the staircase to the first floor
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Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
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As a man breathes into a saxophone
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And through the walls you hear the city groan
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Outside is America
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Outside is America
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Across the field you see the sky ripped open
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See the rain through a gaping wound
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Pounding on the women and children
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Who run
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Into the arms
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Of America
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Bullet The Blue Sky
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