Bullet the Blue Sky (Rattle and Hum)
U2

(Sky, sky) Bullet the blue sky
(Sky) Bullet the blue sky
(Sky) Bullet the blue sky
(Sky) Bullet the blue (sky)

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
(Sky) Bullet the blue sky
(Sky) Bullet the blue sky
(Sky) Bullet the blue (sky)
(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 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
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America

SPOKEN
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 off
And 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
Into the arms...of America

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