Bullet the Blue Sky (Live from Dublin, Dec. 31, 1989)

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
I see ‘em driving nails into the souls in the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
I 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

From the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel but the angel was overcome
Ya plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See ‘em 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_

11 O’clock…tick…

See this guy comes up to me, yeah
See this rock ‘n roll star comes up to me
His face red like the rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors in a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down…
One hundred…two hundred…make it…three hundred?
No I changed my mind
Two hundred…no, no, one hundred
Deutschmark…yen?
A dime a pen a penny a pound
A penny a pound, a penny a pound
Money makes the world go round, world go round

Not my world, mister
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Crossing the mud huts, crossing the mud huts
Where children sleep
Through the alleys of the quiet city streets
Take a staircase, take a staircase, open a door
A man in a saxophone screams
Open a door, open a door
Outside it’s America, outside it’s America

Yeah
Not tonight it’s not…no way

Yeah…not tonight…
Tonight…it’s the USSR
Germany east and west
Italy, Yugoslavia, Romania
And God knows where else they’ve got their tape recorders turned on
Well, Happy Christmas from U2 to you
This is Dublin City, this is where we come from

Still we run
And we run
Into the arms…of America