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     Bullet the Blue Sky

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        In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
    See it driving nails
    Into the souls on the tree of pain
    From the firefly, a red orange glow
    See the face of fear
    Running scared in the valley below

    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

    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 them down
    One hundred, two hundred
    And I can see those fighter planes
    And I can see those fighter planes
    Across the mud huts where the children sleep
    Through the alleys of a quiet city street
    You take the staircase to the first floor
    Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
    As a man breathes into a saxophone
    And through the walls you hear the city groan
    Outside is America
    Outside is America

    Across the field you see the sky ripped open
    See the rain through a gaping wound
    Pounding on the women and children
    Who run
    Into the arms
    Of America

    # So I'm back in my hotel room with Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme
    # In the next room I hear some woman scream out that her lover's turning off
    # Turning on the television. And I can't tell the difference between
    # ABC news, Hill Street Blues and a preacher on the old time gospel hour
    # stealing money from the sick and the old. Well the God I believe in isn't
    # short of cash, mister. I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
    # where the sky is ripped open and the rain pours through a gaping wound
    # pelting the women and children...pelting the women and children...who run
    # ...who run...into the arms...of America
     

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