Bullet the Blue Sky (Live)

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U2 - Rock, In English

Bullet the Blue Sky (Live)

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[Verse 1] In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain I see 'em it them drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly A red orange glow I see the face of fear Runnin' scared in the valley below [Chorus] (Sky) Ooh (Sky) Ooh Bullet the blue sky (Sky) Bullet the blue sky (Sky) Bullet the blue (Sky) Bullet the blue (Sky) [Verse 2] In from 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 burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher [Chorus] (Sky) Ooh (Sky) Ooh Bullet the blue sky (Sky) Bullet the blue sky (Sky) Bullet the blue (Sky) Bullet the blue (Sky) (Oh, yeah, yeah, alright, I want you) [Verse 3] Suit and tie 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 peelin' 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 [Verse 4] Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city streets 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 is America Outside is America Hey [Guitar Solo] [Outro] So I'm back in my hotel room With John Coltrane and the A Love Supreme And 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 So I went walking where the air was cool and clean And I felt a million miles away I feel a long way from the smoke filled firefly hills of San Salvador Where I saw the sky is ripped open and the rain pours pouring through a gaping wound Pelting the women and children Pelting the women and children Who run, who run Into the arms Of America

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Credits

Writers
  • Bono
  • The Edge (Guitarist)
  • Adam Clayton
  • Larry Mullen Jr.