Bullet the Blue Sky Songtext
von Sepultura
Bullet the Blue Sky Songtext
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
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
Suit and tie 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
Slappin' ′em down – One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin 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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Who run into the arms of America
Into the arms of America
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
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
Suit and tie 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
Slappin' ′em down – One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin 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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Who run into the arms of America
Into the arms of America
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Dave Evans, Paul David Hewson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com