In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails into the 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 colours 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 as the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street We take the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America - outside it's America
So how does it feel to see the sky ripped open? To see the rain through a gaping wound? Pelting the women and children Who run into the arms of America
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Bullet the Blue Sky
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into the 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 colours 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 as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America - outside it's America
So how does it feel to see the sky ripped open?
To see the rain through a gaping wound?
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms of America
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See, that tree is just an example of another little thing that counts.
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