Bullet the Blue Sky
RDS, Dublin - 28th August 1993
Love
Love
Love
Love
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky (Sky)
Bullet the blue sky (Sky)
Bullet the blue (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
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)
Bullet the blue (Sky)
Must we let it happen again ?
Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah
Yeah
Well this guy comes up to me see
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 them down
Slapping them down
We're talking One hundred
Two hundred
Three hundred
Four
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys the quiet city streets
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key in Sarajevo's door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
A man breathes into a saxophone
Saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city moan
Moan, groan, moan, groan
Outside it's America
America!
And we run
And we run
And we run
Into the arms
Of America