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• Artiste: P.O.D.
• Titre: Bullet The Blue Sky
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In the howling wind, comes a stinging rain You see it driving the 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 valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome You plant this demon seed, you raise a flower of fire You see them burning crosses, you see the flames higher and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky 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 breathes into a saxophone Through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America, outside it's America Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky