Interpret:

Sepultura

Album:

Revolusongs

[Originally performed by U2] 


In the howlin' wind 
Comes a stingin' rain 
See it drivin' nails 
Into the souls on the tree of pain. 


From the firefly 
A red orange glow 
See the face of fear 
Runnin' 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. 
We see them burnin' crosses 
See the flames, higher and higher. 


Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky 
Bullet the blue sky 
Bullet the blue 
Bullet the blue. 


Suit and tie comes up to me 
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush 
Like all the colours of a royal flush 
And he's peelin' 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 tin huts as children sleep 
Through the alleys of a quiet city street. 
Up the staircase to the first floor 
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door 
As a man breathes into his saxophone 
And through the walls you hear the city groan. 
Outside, is America 
Outside, is America 
America. 


See across the field 
See the sky ripped open 
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound 
Howlin' the women and children 
Who run into the arms 
Of America.