Bullet The Blue Sky (Live From Paris)

Bullet The Blue Sky (Live From Paris) - U2

Written by：Bono/The Edge/Adam Clayton/Larry Mullen, Jr.

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

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

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue

Bullet the blue

So this guy comes up to me to 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

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

But tonight its not