Из альбома: Writer’s Block
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long? how long must we sing this song?
How long? how long?
Tonight we can be as one - tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end streets
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
[Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday ]
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
How long? how long must we sing this song?
How long? how long?
Tonight we can be as one - tonight
[Tonight] Sunday, bloody Sunday
[Tonight] Sunday, bloody Sunday
[Lets go]
Wipe your tears away
[Wipe your tears away] Sunday, bloody Sunday
[Wipe your tears away] Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
[Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday]