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.
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.
bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue.
Now 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 peelin' off those dollar bills
One hundred, two hundred.
And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud 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. (sing365)
This is a political song that condemns US foreign policy for promoting
Bono wanted to draw attention to the damage the US was doing in other countries, which he felt most Americans did not know the extent (songfacts)
Central America.
The Israel lobby and
US foreign policy
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