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

'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
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
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

'Cause tonight
We can be as one
Tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday)
Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away

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
To claim the victory Jesus won
On

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

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