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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
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See it driving nails 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 Running scared in the valley below
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Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
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In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
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Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome
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You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire
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See them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher
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Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
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This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose in a thorn bush
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Like all the colors of a royal flush and he's peeling off those dollar bills
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Slapping them down 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 Through the alleys of a quiet city street
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You take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
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As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan
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Outside is America
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Outside is America, America
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Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run Into the arms Of America
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.