| My Lord, he played guitar the day love came to town. |
U2, |
When Love Comes To Town |
| Referee won't blow the whistle, God is good but will he listen. |
U2, |
Staring At The Sun |
| The deeper I spin, the hunter will sin. |
U2, |
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses |
| The God I believe in isn't short of cash, Mister. |
U2, |
Bullet The Blue Sky |
| They want a kingdom, but they don't want God in it. |
U2, |
The Wanderer |
| Don't believe in forced entry, I don't believe in rape, but every time she passes by wild thoughts escape. |
U2, |
God Part II |
| I don't know why a man sees the truth, but believes the lies. |
U2, |
Slow Dancing |
| Though your soul it cannot be bought, your mind can wander. |
U2, |
Vertigo |
| I'm only hanging on to watch you go down. |
U2, |
So Cruel |
| Desperation, dislocation, separation, condemnation, revelation, in temptation, isolation, desolation, let it go. |
U2, |
Bad |
| I don't know my right from left, or my right from wrong. |
U2, |
Two Hearts Beat As One |
| I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. |
U2, |
Where The Streets Have No Name |
| In New York, freedom looks like too many choices. |
U2, |
New York |
| The more you take, the less you feel. The less you know, the more you believe. |
U2, |
Last Night On Earth |
| They say this is the golden age, and gold is the reason for the wars we wage. |
U2, |
New Year's Day |
| To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal. If you want to kiss the sky, you'd better learn how to kneel. |
U2, |
Mysterious Ways |
| All I've got is a red guitar, three chords, and the truth. |
U2, |
All Along The Watchtower |
| Take this soul stranded in some skin and bones, take this soul and make it sing. |
U2, |
Yahweh |
| They are doing the Atomic Bomb. Do they know where the dance comes from? |
U2, |
Seconds |
| Like honey on her tongue, like the muzzle of a gun, like oxygen, I need your love. |
U2, |
Hawkmoon 269 |
| She wears my love like a see through dress. |
U2, |
So Cruel |
| You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it. |
U2, |
All I Want Is You |
| Some days are slippy, other days sloppy. |
U2, |
Some Days Are Better Than Others |
| You can swallow, or you can spit, you can throw it up, or choke on it. |
U2, |
Acrobat |
| Your eyes make a circle. |
U2, |
I Will Follow |