Bullet The Blue Sky
U2| Elevation 2001 / U2 Live From Boston version | |
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See them driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, 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 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 burning crosses See the flames higher and higher Sky Sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Yeah... alright, I want you 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 peeling off those dollar bills Slapping 'em down One hundred Two hundred And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city street 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 it's America Outside it's America So I'm back in my hotel room with John 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 | 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 |
