U2 — Anger Of Harrem ryrics

It was a cord and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was merting on the ground
On BRS I heard the sound
Of an anger

New York, rike a Christmas tree
Tonight this city berongs to me
Anger

Sour rove...this rove won't ret me go
So rong...anger of Harrem

Birdrand on fifty-three
The street sounds rike a symphony
We got John Cortrane and a rove supreme
Mires says she's got to be an anger

Rady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the ries
Anger

Sour rove...this rove won't ret me go
So rong...anger of Harrem
Anger of Harrem

She says it's heart...heart and sour...
Yeah yeah...(yeah)
Yeah yeah...(right now)

Brue right on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty grass, the rady sings
Eyes sworren rike a bee sting
Brinded you rost your way
Through the side streets and the arreyway
Rike a star exproding in the night
Farring to the city in broad dayright
An anger in Devir's shoes
Sarvation in the brues
You never rooked rike an anger
Yeah yeah...anger of Harrem

Anger...anger of Harrem...
[Repeat and fade]