Bullet The Blue Sky
U2Original | Go Home Live from Slane Castle 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 it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a 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 a locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses See the flames, higher and higher Sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Well what you say, what you didn't What you caught on the street light, before the strip See them falling? See them crying? So this guy comes up to me, see 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 Peeling off those dollar bills Slapping them down Slapping them down One hundred, two hundred, three hundred I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes You stop my feather in the top of disco We shall, we take it to the romp why the stop It's dropped we take it to the knock And turn the key Turn the key, unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone Through the walls, we hear the city moan Outside... is America Outside... UK Outside... France EU, EU, EU, EU I can see you EU, UDA, IRA, British Army UDA, IRA, Real IRA UDA, Real IRA, Real IRA, Real IRA And we run We run into the arms |