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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it drivibg nails into souls on the tree of pain From the fireflya red orange scared in the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome Plant a demon seedyou raise a flower of fire See them burning crossessee the flameshigher and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Suit and tie comes up to me His face red Like a rose on a thron bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills( Slapping them down)one hundredtwo hundred And I can see the fighter planes And I can see the fighter planes Across the mud huts as the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes deep into saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Qutside is America Outside is America
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