作曲 : The Edge & Adam Clayton & Larry Mullen & Bono In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain See it drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain.
From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Runnin' 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 burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher.
Woh, woh, 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 peelin' off those dollar bills (Slappin' 'em down) One hundred, two hundred.
And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the tin huts as 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 As a man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan. Outside, is America Outside, is America America.
See across the field See the sky ripped open See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howlin' the women and children Who run into the arms Of America.
作曲 : The Edge & Adam Clayton & Larry Mullen & Bono In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain See it drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain.
From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Runnin' 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 burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher.
Woh, woh, 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 peelin' off those dollar bills (Slappin' 'em down) One hundred, two hundred.
And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the tin huts as 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 As a man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan. Outside, is America Outside, is America America.
See across the field See the sky ripped open See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howlin' the women and children Who run into the arms Of America.
