U2 — Bullet the Blue Sky - Live - Rattle and Hum version

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 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 See them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose in a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Slapping them down One hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street You take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America So I'm back in my hotel room With John Coltrane and a love supreme And in the next room I hear a woman scream out Her lover's turning off, 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 Run, run Into the arms of America