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BULLET THE BLUE SKY - U2

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,
  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
  Yeah...alright...oh...
  
  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
  Slappin' 'em 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 the quiet city streets
  You take the staircase to the first floor
  You 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 it's America
  Outside it's America
  
  So I'm back in my hotel room with Johnnie 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.