| Bullet The Blue Sky |
| (The Joshua Tree, 1987) |
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In
the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow See the face of fear running scared in the valley below Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome 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 Suit and tie comes up to me 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 them down), one hundred, two hundred, And I can see the fighter planes And I can see the fighter planes Across the mud huts as the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes deep into saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Outside is America Outside is America |