| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
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| See it driving nails into 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
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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 and the angel was overcome
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| 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
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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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| 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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| Through the walls we hear the city groan
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| Outside it’s america
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| Outside it’s america
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| Across the field you see the sky ripped open
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| See the rain come through the gaping wound
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| Pounding on the women and children
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| Who run into the arms of America |