Queensryche - Bullet The Blue Sky Lyrics




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

Oh, oh
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 this flower of fire
We see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher

Oh, oh
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
He's holding his hand out to me
He's got a finger in my face, a finger in my face

But the other side of me is thinkin'
"He just don't understand"





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Queensryche Bullet The Blue Sky Comments
  1. crutcher1572

    This sounds like shit! They need to stick with all that technical finger tapping bullshit and leave the real music for bands like U2

  2. Mario Roman

    Mucho mejor que u2

  3. metalstalin

    Amazing

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    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

    Oh, oh
    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 this flower of fire
    We see them burnin' crosses
    See the flames, higher and higher


    Oh, oh
    Bullet the blue sky
    Bullet the blue sky
    Bullet the blue
    Bullet the blue

    This man, he comes running up to me
    His face is red like a rose on a thorn bush
    Like all the colours of a, of a, royal flush
    He's holding his hand out to me
    He's got his finger in my face!
    He's got his finger in my face!

    Now I didn't know quite know what to do about this, you know
    Because, I mean, one side of me just wants to unload on him
    Just like,"Fuck you, man!"
    But the other side of me is thinking
    "He just don’t understand
    You don’t understand."
    See, he thinks I’m less of a man because I don’t fit his ideal
    Because I don’t fit his plan
    You don’t understand
    You don’t understand
    I mean he’s living in some kind of box you know
    He’s got his little box he's made for himself


    Don’t step outside of that box!
    Don’t step outside of that box!
    It’s dangerous out there, outside the box
    But, I don’t know, I guess he’s entitled to his opinion, right?
    He’s entitled to his opinion
    Because after all isn't this America?
    I mean, goddamn isn't this America?
    Everybody can have their fucking opinion in America
    Everybody’s got a fucking opinion!

    I got to tell you about this dream I keep having
    Every night I keep having the same dream
    Maybe it’s because I’m on the road I don’t know
    I don’t sleep so well some nights

    You hear that sound, that electric feedback guitar sound?
    Well, that’s the sound I hear every night as I put my head down on that pillow

    Anyway, I was going to tell you about this dream I keep having
    Every night I keep having the same dream
    I dream I'm running
    I dream I’m running
    I’m running through every city street and town across our country
    I’m running
    I’m running
    And as I run I look around
    I look around because I want to see what’s going on, you know
    Got to keep abreast of all the happenings, you know
    And as I look around I see faces surrounding me
    Faces surrounding me as I’m running by
    I see faces of our old people
    I see faces of our little children and our elderly and our sick and our poor and our homeless
    Staring back at me
    And as I run by they reach out and they grab onto me
    They're grabbing onto my arms they're grabbing onto my legs and my clothes
    And I’m just running, you know, I’m just running
    And I pull them along
    I pull them along
    I just keep pulling them along as I run
    As I run
    And as I run I just pull them all along
    Because isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?
    Because we're Americans, right?