In the howlin' windComes a stingin' rainSee it drivin' nailsInto the souls on the tree of painFrom the fireflyA red orange glowSee the face of fearRunnin' scared in the valley belowBullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blueIn the locust windComes a rattle and humJacob wrestled the angelAnd the angel was overcomeYou plant a demon seedYou raise a flower of fireWe see them burnin' crossesSee the flames, higher and higherBullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blueSuit and tie comes up to meHis face red like a rose on a thorn bushLike all the colours of a royal flushAnd he's peelin' off those dollar bills(Slappin' 'em down)One hundred, two hundredAnd I can see those fighter planesAnd I can see those fighter planesAcross the tin huts as children sleepThrough the alleys of a quiet city streetUp the staircase to the first floorWe turn the key and slowly unlock the doorAs a man breathes into his saxophoneAnd through the walls you hear the city groanOutside, is AmericaOutside, is AmericaAmericaSee across the fieldSee the sky ripped openSee the rain comin' through the gapin' woundHowlin' the women and childrenWho run into the armsOf America
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