Bullet the Blue Sky (Live from Slane Castle, 2001)
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue 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
The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky
What you say What you didn't And what you caught on the street light Right there on the street
So this guy comes up to me, see His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Peeling off those dollar bills Slapping them down Slapping them down One hundred, two hundred, three hundred I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes You stop my feather in the dark of disco We shall, we take it to the romp by the stop It's crap, we take it to the top And turn the key We turn the key,unlock the door A man breathes deep into saxophone Through the walls we hear the city moan Outside is America Outside, the UK Outside, France EU, EU, EU, EU I can see you EU, UDA, IRA, British Army UDF, IRA, real IRA UDF, real IRA, real IRA, real IRA And we run We run into the arms