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 You 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 (Yeah...alright) So this guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he`s peeling off those dollar bills Slapping ;em down One hundred, two hundred And 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 street We take the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it`s America Outside it`s America
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