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
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
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
Bullet the blue sky
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
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America
U2 - Bullet The Blue Sky - The Joshua Tree - 1987
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