U2 Sunday Bloody Sunday (Rattle and Hum version)
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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 a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battle's yet begun,
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
Trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
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
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Yeah, yeah.
And let me tell you something.
I've had enough of Irish-Americans
who haven't been back to their country in 20 or 30 years
come up to me and talk about the resistance,
the revolution back home,
and the glory of the revolution,
and the glory of dying for the revolution.
Fuck the revolution!
They don't talk about the glory of killing for the revolution.
What's the glory of taking a man from his bed
and gunning him down in front of his wife and his children?
Where's the glory in that?
Where is the glory in bombing a remembrance day parade of old-age pensioners,
their medals taken out an polished up for the day?
Where's the glory in that?
To leave them dying or crippled for life
or dead under the rubble of the revolution
that the majority of the people in my country don't want.
No more
Sing no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your blood
Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your blood shot eyes
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sing it
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
It's enough
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
And today the millions die
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
Sunday bloody Sunday
The real battle just begun
Sunday bloody Sunday
Will claim the victory Jesus won
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
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 a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battle's yet begun,
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
Trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
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
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Yeah, yeah.
And let me tell you something.
I've had enough of Irish-Americans
who haven't been back to their country in 20 or 30 years
come up to me and talk about the resistance,
the revolution back home,
and the glory of the revolution,
and the glory of dying for the revolution.
Fuck the revolution!
They don't talk about the glory of killing for the revolution.
What's the glory of taking a man from his bed
and gunning him down in front of his wife and his children?
Where's the glory in that?
Where is the glory in bombing a remembrance day parade of old-age pensioners,
their medals taken out an polished up for the day?
Where's the glory in that?
To leave them dying or crippled for life
or dead under the rubble of the revolution
that the majority of the people in my country don't want.
No more
Sing no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your blood
Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your blood shot eyes
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sing it
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
It's enough
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
And today the millions die
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
Sunday bloody Sunday
The real battle just begun
Sunday bloody Sunday
Will claim the victory Jesus won
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
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