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Bullet The Blue Sky - Live From Slane 2001 Lyrics

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U2 Go Home: Live From Slane Castle Ireland (2003)

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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

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
I 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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky

What you say
What you didn't
And what you caught on the street light
Right there on the street

So this guy comes up to me, see
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
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
You stop my feather in the dark of disco
We shall, we take it to the romp by the stop
It's crap, we take it to the top
And turn the key
We turn the key,unlock the door
A man breathes deep into saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city moan
Outside is America
Outside, the UK
Outside, France
I can see you
EU, UDA, IRA, British Army
UDF, IRA, real IRA
UDF, real IRA, real IRA, real IRA
And we run
We run into the arms