Chords for Bullet The Blue Sky (Live - Rattle & Hum Version)

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The holy wind
Comes singing red _
See them driving nails
Into the soils
And the tree of pain
From the firefly
Red orange gold
See the face of fear Warning star
In the valley of
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_ [Eb] _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] Sky
Ah [Bbm] _
_ _ ha Ah _ _ ha
_ _ _ My blue Blue
The [Eb] _
_ luckiest wind
_ Comes rattling hard
_ Jacob ran to the angel
[Db] And [Eb] the angel Was overcome
[Db] [Eb] Your planet in the sea
_ Your wings
Are flying on fire
I see them burning
Crosses, see the flame Ah ha Ah ha
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[Db] ha
Ah [Eb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Eb] ha
_ _ _ Well
This [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ 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 [Db] off
Those [Eb] dollar bills
Slapping them down One hundred
Two hundred
And I can see those spider planes
I can see those spider planes
Across the mud huts
Where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city streets
We take the staircase
To the first [Db] floor
[Eb] We turn the key and slowly
Unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls
We hear [Ebm] the city go
[Eb] Outside it's America
[Ebm] Outside it's America
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ Outside [Ab] it's America
Outside it's America
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[Ab] So I'm back [Abm] in my hotel [Eb] room
With [Ab] John Coltrane
And the [Eb] love she bring
_ _ In the next room
I hear some woman scream out
Her lover's turning off
Turning on the television
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And I can't tell the difference
Between ABC News
Hill Street Blues
And a preacher of the old time gospel hour
Stealing money from the sick
And the old _
_ _ Well the [Ebm] God I believe
Isn't short of cash Mister
[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
[Eb] Where the sky is ripped open
And [Ebm] the rain pours
Through a deepened wound
[Eb] Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children _
Run
_ Run
Into the arms
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