I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away
How long? How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
’Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight!
Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday – Sunday, bloody Sunday
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mother’s children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody Sunday – Sunday, bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes. Wipe your tears away. Wipe your bloodshot eyes.
Sunday, bloody Sunday – Sunday, bloody Sunday
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won, On
Sunday, bloody Sunday – Sunday, bloody Sunday
