In the howling wind,comes a stinging rain
You see it driveing nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From these fireflies, a red, orange glow
You see the face of fear running scared in the vally below Chorus:
Bullet the blue sky In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was over come
You plant this demon seed; you raise a flower of fire
You see them burning crosses; you see the flames higher and higher (Chorus) Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
With 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, I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city streets
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man brethes into a saxophone
Through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside it's America, outside it's America (Chorus)
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