U2 Lyrics
U2 Lyrics
"Bullet the Blue Sky Lyrics"
Mighty Wrong Time Lyrics
Losing my sense of direction Losing my nerve Losing my faith in change That god never serves Just a regular, regular person Regular dreams Ice in the forehead now
Losing my sense of direction Losing my nerve Losing my faith in change That god never serves Just a regular, regular person Regular dreams Ice in the forehead now
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
...ah...ah...
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestl
One Man Army Lyrics
Look out world, I'm a submachine gun for you Shooting out bullets, gonna kill you too Jumping up and down, screaming in the night Taking orders from the man's gonna drive me wild<
ed the angelLook out world, I'm a submachine gun for you Shooting out bullets, gonna kill you too Jumping up and down, screaming in the night Taking orders from the man's gonna drive me wild<
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
...ah...
Bullet the blue
...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...
This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Sleeping eyes sleep awhile And let me get to know your language If I believe all I see I would hate to be around for the dawn Sleeping eyes stay awhile And give me some ca
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
WE take the staircase to the first floor
WE turn the key and slowly unloc
Behind Closed Doors Lyrics
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Writer Kenny O’Dell My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to tal
k the doorBEHIND CLOSED DOORS Writer Kenny O’Dell My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to tal
a man breathes into a saxophone
through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
and the rain all through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children pounding the woman and children
Who run.......who run
Into the arms...
...of America