Bullet The Blue Sky
U2| Go Home Live from Slane Castle version | |
| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain From a 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 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 Shoot my heart, oh uh What a whole lot of love This guy comes up to me saying 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 them down Right there in the WalMart Slapping em right down One hundred Two hundred Three... hundred... That's all, that's all And I can feel the cold steel I can feel the cold steel And I can make a wound that won't heal I can make a wound that won't heal 38 millimeters like the police I'm at the door where John and Yoko live in love and peace In love and peace In love and peace Feel like an old shoe A rerelease Soon to be deceased Pull the trigger, the rock and roll nigger He's bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker Pull the trigger on the rock and roll nigger Bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker My pulse is pacing My eyes are chasing For an autograph, I've been waiting Beatle baiting There's no escaping History is taping Hey John... War is over we don't need your help America's making war on itself War is over we don't need your help America's making war on itself Six hundred and seventy six thousand Will go down in the streets of America With a bullet in the next 20 years 20 years, these bitter tears In a business of bitter tears John... Can you hear us calling? More bodybags than Vietnam What's my name? Mark Chapman What's my name? Mark Chapman Mark Chapman Mark Chapman Mark Chapman Mark Chapman And we run Into the arms Of America | 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 |
