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Bullet The Blue Sky - Live From Paris 2015 Lyrics

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iNNOCENCE + eXPERIENCE Live In Paris (2015)

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"I was angry with what I saw as the bullying of peasant farmers by big aeroplanes supported by American foreign policy and dollars. In Nicaragua, seventeen families ran the country before the revolution; all of the wealth was in the hands of those seventeen families. In Salvador it had been similar. In Chile, a democratic choice had been overthrown by a CIA-backed coupe to impose a killing machine called General Pinochet. There was a lot to despise about America back then, there was shameful conduct int he defence of their self-interest... They were bad times. I had described what I had been through, what I had seen, some of the stories of people I had met, and I said to Edge: 'Could you put that through your amplifier?'" - Bono, U2 By U2 2006

What do you want
What do you want
What do you want
What do you want
What do you want

In the howling wind
Comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into 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 sky
Bullet the blue sky

In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
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 sky
Bullet the blue sky

So this boy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
A young man with a young man’s blush
And this boy, this boy
He looks a whole lot like me
This boy looked just like me
He stuck his face into my face
And he asked me
Have you forgotten who are
Have you forgotten where you come from
You’re Irish
But here you are, smiling
And making out with the powerful
Like you’re really there for the powerless
And he’s pulling the dollar bills out of my hand
Patting me down, patting me down
He says I have way more than I need
Way more
He says I’ve got one hundred
Two hundred, three hundred
Times more than I need
And he asks me
Can you see those fighter planes
When you’re flying on private planes
Can you see those fighter planes
When you’re flying on private planes
Outside it’s America
Outside it’s America
Tonight it’s America
All gone to look for America
America

Now the boy is behind a police line
And I’m on the other side
Of a barricade to myself, age 19
19
Other side of the barricade now
Other side of the barricade
The boy keeps shouting, shouting
We don’t want your little revolution
You’re part of the problem
Not part of the solution
We don’t want your little revolution
You’re part of the problem
You’re not a solution
We don’t want your little revolution
Revolution, revolution, revolution

So I argue with the young man
That ideas deserve a plan
And to build a better world
Is going to take every woman and man
It’s going to take you, me, the reds and greens
The nows and forevers
The yet-to-bes
The where you going
The where you been
The living and the dead and the unseen
The somebodies, the nobodies
The who’s who
The gentile and the jew
The gays and the straight
To turn around the hate
The jailer and the free
And the refugee
And I feel like a fraud
But I that know I’m not
Try to the very best with everything I’ve got
Which is not a lot except to not get caught
With my pants down and my hands up
My hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
So I run, I run
I’m with the boy
I run, I am the boy
I run, I run, I run
Into your arms
Are they open