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 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
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.
This is a political song that condemns US foreign policy for promoting unrest in Central America. 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 of. It also didn't hurt Bono's status with American politicians, many of which invited Bono to speak on behalf of various causes.
(songfacts)
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