Bullet The Blue Sky(Live From Paris)

歌詞

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Running 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 See them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue ah ah ah This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush And he's peeling 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 mud huts where the children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street You take the staircase to the first floor You turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America <Intelude> So I'm back in my hotel room With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme In the next room I hear some woman scream out That her lover's turning off Turning on the television I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues And some preacher in the old time gospel hour Stealing money from the sick and the old Well the God I believe in ain't short of cash Mister you feel love way for the hills of sunshine the door you see the sky ripped open See the rain through a gaping wound Pounding on the women and children Pounding on the women and children Who run Who run Into the arms Of America