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And from these fireflies And from these fireflies In the howlin' wind comes the stingin' rain You see it drivin' the nails into the souls of the tree of pain And from these fireflies, a red orange glow You see the face of fear runnin' scared In the valley below, right Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue In the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire You see them burnin' crosses You 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 With all the colors of a royal flush And he's peelin' off those dollar bills Slappin' 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 children sleep And through the alleys of a quiet city street You take the staircase to the first floor You turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan And outside it's America and outside it's America Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky See the sky ripped open, rain coming down with vision of love People of the world as they run into the arms of America Of America, of America, of America