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Bullet the Blue Sky (U2)
   
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Title: Bullet the Blue Sky
Album: Rattle And Hum
Artist: U2
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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See them driving nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the fireflya 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) So 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 ;em down One hundredtwo 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 As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America [Spoken part follows] 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 offturning on the television. And I can't tell the difference between ABC newsHill Street Bluesand 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 cashmister. I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvadorwhere the sky is ripped openand 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

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