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 / Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday… / Alright, let’s go

And the battle’s just begun / There’s many lost, but tell me, who has won? / The trench is dug within our hearts / And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday…

How long? How long must we sing this song? / How long? How long? / ’Cause tonight, we can be as one tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Tonight, tonight)… / Come get some

Wipe the tears from your eyes / Wipe your tears away / Oh, wipe your tears away…

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Oh, wipe your bloodshot eyes) / Sunday, Bloody Sunday… / Yeah, let’s go

And it’s true, we are immune / When fact is fiction and TV reality / And today, the millions cry (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) / We eat and drink while tomorrow, they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) / The real battle just begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) / To claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) / On —

Sunday, Bloody Sunday…

[By Paul David Hewson – Larry Mullen – Dave Evans – Adam Clayton © Island – Polystar, 1983]