K-POP Lyrics Song

U2Bullet The Blue Sky

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 on 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
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear
the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
Across the field you see
the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms of America
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 on 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
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear
the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
Across the field you see
the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms of America

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