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Richard Clayderman - Hill Street Blues Lyrics

In the howling wind
Comes a swingin' 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 that valley below
Ooh
Ooh
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 seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
Ooh
Ooh
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue, oh
Bullet the blue, oh
Oh
Oh
So this guy comes up to me
His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slappin' 'em down
Uno, dos
And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of the quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
And a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
America
America
So across the field
You see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding the broads and the kids
Who run into the arms