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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bono
Lead Vocals
The Edge
Background Vocals
Adam Clayton
Bass Guitar
Larry Mullen Jr.
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bono
Composer
The Edge
Composer
Adam Clayton
Composer
Larry Mullen Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Iovine
Producer
Brian Reeve
Mixing Engineer
Thom Panunzio
Live Recording Engineer
Randy Staub
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the howlin' wind, comes a stingin' rain
See them drivin' nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red-orange glow
I see the face of fear runnin' scared in the valley below
[Chorus]
Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
[Verse 2]
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
I see them burnin' crosses, see the flames, higher and higher
[Chorus]
Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Sky, woo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
[Verse 3]
Yeah
[Verse 4]
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 peelin' off those dollar bills, slappin' 'em down
One hundred, two hundred
[Verse 5]
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 streets
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls, we hear the city groan
Outside, it's America
Outside, it's America
[Verse 6]
So I'm back at my hotel room
We turn on Coltrane on A Love Supreme
And in the next room, I hear some woman scream out
Her lover's turnin' off, turnin' on the television
And I can't tell the difference between ABC News, Hillstreet 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
[Verse 7]
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rains pours through a gapin' wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Run
Run
Into the arms
Of America
Written by: Adam Clayton, Bono, Larry Mullen Jr., The Edge