Bullet The Blue Sky
U2Original | Rattle And Hum version |
BULLET THE BLUE SKY 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 | BULLET THE BLUE SKY In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See them driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, red orange glow I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below Sky Sky 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 I see them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher Sky Sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Yeah... alright, I want you So this guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Slapping 'em down One hundred Two hundred And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city street We take the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America So I'm back in my hotel room with John 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 |