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Bullet The Blue Sky

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OriginalGo 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


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