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?
Broken bottles under children's feet,
bodies strewn across a dead end street,
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
And the battle 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.
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 a Sunday bloody Sunday.
(Written by U2)
