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In the howlin' wind
Comes a stingin' rain
See him drivin' nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly
A red orange glow
I see the face of fear
Runnin' scared in the valley below
Sky (Woo-ooh)
Sky (Woo-ooh)
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue (Sky)
Bullet the blue (Sky)
In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
Angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
We see them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Sky (Woo-ooh)
Sky (Woo-ooh)
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue (Sky)
Bullet the blue (Sky)
(Ooh, yeah)
Suit and tie 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 peelin' off those dollar bills
Slappin' 'em down
One hundred
Two hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city streets
We take the first four of the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside, it's America
Outside, it's America
(Hey)
(Oh, no, oh)
So I went walkin'
And the air was cool and clean
And I fell a million miles away
From the smoke filled
Fire filled, hills of Salvadore
Where I saw the sky ripped open
The rain pourin' through a gapin' wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run
Who run
Into the arms
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