Oh, whoa, oh

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes, 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 a dead end street
I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday, Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday, yeah

How long? How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (let's go)

Wipe your tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears from your eyes

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (let's go)

Oh, oh

Here at the murder scene
The beginning of a fiction
The facts are not complete
Why so many mother's cry?
Religion is the enemy of the Holy Spirit guide

The real battle yet begun
Where is the victory Jesus won?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson