Bullet The Blue Sky (Live - Rattle & 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 The sky The sky 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 The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Yeah, alright, hold you See, this guy 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 Lapping them down one hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city streets We take the staircase to the first floor We take the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone Through the walls we 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 Hillstreet 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 in to the arms of America