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Current version of U2 Lyrics Bullet the Blue Sky (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/u/u2/bullet-the-blue-sky/) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 1 of U2 Lyrics Bullet the Blue Sky (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/u/u2/bullet-the-blue-sky/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics | |||||||||||||
| In the howling wind comes a stinging rain | In the howling wind comes a stinging rain | |||||||||||||
| 1 | See it driving nails | See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain | 1 | |||||||||||
| 1 | Into the souls on the tree of pain | 1 | ||||||||||||
| From the firefly, a red orange glow | From the firefly, a red orange glow | |||||||||||||
| 2 | See the face of fear | See the face of fear running scared in the valley below | 2 | |||||||||||
| 2 | Running scared in the valley below | 2 | ||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue sky | Bullet the blue sky | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue sky | Bullet the blue sky | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue | Bullet the blue | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue | Bullet the blue | |||||||||||||
| In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum | In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum | |||||||||||||
| 3 | Jacob wrestled the angel | Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome | 3 | |||||||||||
| 4 | And the angel was overcome | Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire | 4 | |||||||||||
| 5 | You plant a demon seed | See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher | 5 | |||||||||||
| 3 | You raise a flower of fire | 3 | ||||||||||||
| 4 | See them burning crosses | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 5 | See the flames higher and higher | 5 | ||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue sky | Bullet the blue sky | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue sky | Bullet the blue sky | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue | Bullet the blue | |||||||||||||
| Bullet the blue | Bullet the blue | |||||||||||||
| 6 | This guy comes up to me | Suit and tie comes up to me | 6 | |||||||||||
| 7 | His face red like a rose on a thorn bush | His face red | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | Like all the colors of a royal flush | Like a rose on a thorn bush | 8 | |||||||||||
| 1 | Like all the colours of a royal flush | 1 | ||||||||||||
| And he's peeling off those dollar bills | And he's peeling off those dollar bills | |||||||||||||
| 9 | Slapping them down | (Slapping them down), one hundred, two hundred | 9 | |||||||||||
| 6 | One hundred, two hundred | 6 | ||||||||||||
| And I can see those fighter planes | And I can see those fighter planes | |||||||||||||
| And I can see those fighter planes | And I can see those fighter planes | |||||||||||||
| 10 | Across the mud huts where the children sleep | Across the mud huts as the children sleep | 10 | |||||||||||
| Through the alleys of a quiet city street | Through the alleys of a quiet city street | |||||||||||||
| 11 | You take the staircase to the first floor | We take the staircase to the first floor | 11 | |||||||||||
| 12 | Turn the key and slowly unlock the door | We turn the key and slowly unlock the door | 12 | |||||||||||
| 13 | As a man breathes into a saxophone | A man breathes deep into his saxophone | 13 | |||||||||||
| 14 | And through the walls you hear the city groan | Through the walls we hear the city groan | 14 | |||||||||||
| Outside is America | Outside is America | |||||||||||||
| Outside is America | Outside is America | |||||||||||||
| 15 | Across the field you see the sky ripped open | So I'm back in my hotel room | 15 | |||||||||||
| 16 | See the rain through a gaping wound | With John Coltrane and The Love Supreme | 16 | |||||||||||
| 17 | Pounding on the women and children | In the next room I hear some woman scream | 17 | |||||||||||
| 18 | Who run | Out that her lover's turning off | 18 | |||||||||||
| 19 | Into the arms | Turning on the television | 19 | |||||||||||
| 2 | And I can't tell the difference between ABC News | 2 | ||||||||||||
| 3 | Hill Street Blues and a preacher on the old time Gospel Hour | 3 | ||||||||||||
| 4 | Stealing money from the sick and the old | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 5 | Well the God I believe in isn't | 5 | ||||||||||||
| 6 | Short of cash, Mister | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador | 7 | ||||||||||||
| 8 | Where the sky is ripped open | 8 | ||||||||||||
| 9 | And the rain pours through a gaping wound | 9 | ||||||||||||
| 10 | Pelting the women and children | 10 | ||||||||||||
| 11 | Pelting the women and children | 11 | ||||||||||||
| 12 | Who run... who run... into the arms | 12 | ||||||||||||
| Of America | Of America | |||||||||||||
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