Sunday Bloody Sunday [Rattle and Hum version] lyrics

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