Song Lyrics:
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 ‘em 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
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / 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
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sky / Oh-oh-oh-oh
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / 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, well this boy
He looked 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 you are?
Have you forgotten where you come from?
You’re Irish
But here you are, all 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 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’s behind a police line
And I’m on the other side of a barricade to myself
Age nineteen…n-n-n-n-n-nineteen
Other side of the barricade now
Other side of the barricade
And the boy keeps shouting, shouting
We don’t want you in a revolution
You’re part of the problem, not the solution
We don’t want you in a revolution
You’re part of the problem, not the solution
We don’t want you in a revolution
Revolution, revolution, revolution…
So I argue with the young man
That ideas deserve a plan
And to build a better world
It’s going to take every woman and man
It’s going to take you, me, the reds and the 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, gentile and the jew
The gays and the straight to turn around the hate
The jailor and the free and the refugee
And I feel like a fraud but I that know that I’m not
Try to do 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