| I can't believe the news today, I can't close my eyes and make it go away. |
U2, |
Sunday Bloody Sunday |
| I lost it all to you and your vices, still I'm staying on to figure out my midlife crisis. |
U2, |
New York |
| I'm here without a name, in the palace of my shame. Said love rescue me. |
U2, |
Love Rescue Me |
| It's the blind leading the blond, it's the cops collecting for cons. |
U2, |
If God Will Send His Angels |
| Nothing changes on New Year's Day. |
U2, |
New Year's Day |
| Through appliance of science, we've got that ring of confidence. And I have no compass and I have no map. |
U2, |
Zooropa |
| Through the walls we hear the city groan. |
U2, |
Bullet The Blue Sky |
| We'll scorch the earth, set fire to the sky, we stoop so low to reach so high. |
U2, |
Red Hill Mining Town |
| Got diamond eyes, she sees the truth behind the lies. |
U2, |
Angel Of Harlem |
| Everyday the dreamers die to see what's on the other side. |
U2, |
In God's Country |
| Free at last, they took your life, they could not take your pride. |
U2, |
Pride |
| Fear or desire, danger the drug that takes you higher. Head of heaven, fingers in the mire. Oh love, you say in love there are no rules. Oh love, you are so cruel. |
U2, |
So Cruel |
| Like black coffee, like nicotine, I need your love. |
U2, |
Hawkmoon 269 |
| She will suffer the needles chill, she's running to stand still. |
U2, |
Running To Stand Still |
| We're too right to be wrong. |
U2, |
Like A Song |
| For primitive love and a ride on the Mystery Train. A primitive love, a room at the Heart, Heartbreak Hotel. |
U2, |
A Room At The Heartbreak Hotel |
| The King that howls has howled. |
U2, |
Elvis Presley And America |
| From the brightest star comes the blackest hole. You had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul? |
U2, |
Crumbs From Your Table |
| I have spoke with tongue of angels, I have held the hand of the devil. |
U2, |
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For |
| Don't believe in Goldman, his type like a curse. Instant Karma's gonna get him, if I don't get him first. |
U2, |
God Part II |
| This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles, we're stealing it back. |
U2, |
Helter Skelter |
| I know that the tide is turning round, don't let the bastards grind you down. |
U2, |
Acrobat |
| It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away. |
U2, |
Beautiful Day |
| The goal is elevation. |
U2, |
Elevation |
| These chains no longer bind me, nor the shackles at my feet. Outside are the prisoners, inside the free. |
U2, |
Silver And Gold |