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U2 (Rattle And Hum,1988)
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
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
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
So 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
Slapping 'em down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
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.
And I can't tell the difference between
ABC news, Hill Street Blues
and a preacher on the old time gospel hour
stealing money from the sick and the old.
Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister.
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
where the sky is ripped open and the rain pours
through a gaping wound
pelting the women and children...
pelting the women and children...
who run ...who run...into the arms...of America
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