Bullet The Blue Sky

(альбом: The Joshua Tree - 1987)

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
We see them burning crosses
See the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
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 'em down)
One hundred, two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
And take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside, it's America
Outside, it's America
America

See across the field
See the sky ripped open
See the rain coming through the gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms
Of America