Just simply said “The world wants to believe in America again because the world needs to believe in America again. We need your ideas — your idea — at a time when the rest of the world is running out of them.” Bono

Happy Birthday America from U2TOURFANS.com.”Bullet the Blue Sky” is the fourth track from U2’s 1987 album, The Joshua Tree. The song is one of the band’s most overtly politically toned songs, with live performances often being heavily critical of war and guns.

Although never released as a single, “Bullet the Blue Sky” has been played at nearly every one of the band’s live concerts since its first performance at the opening night of the Joshua Tree Tour on April 2, 1987.

The song was originally written about the United States’ military intervention during the 1980s in the El Salvador Civil War. Bono told The Edge to “put El Salvador through an amplifier”. The song is a combination of The Edge’s guitar slides, Adam Clayton’s laid back bassline, Larry Mullen Jr.’s cold drumming and Bono’s aggressive and growly vocals during the verses, and a spoken word section during the bridge. Clayton played the song in a different key from the rest of the band: Clayton’s bass riffs are in E flat minor while The Edge is playing D flat. Bono was thinking of American President Ronald Reagan as he sang “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 them down.”

Although it was never released as a single, “Bullet the Blue Sky” has been played at nearly every one of the band’s live concerts since its first performance at the opening night of the Joshua Tree Tour on April 2, 1987.

Bullet the Blue Sky

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

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
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

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 them 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
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America