Sunday Bloody Sunday
How long, How long must we sing this song,
How long, How long.
Tonight, we can be as one, tonight.
Broken Bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
I won't heed the battle call
It put's my back up my back up against the wall
And the battles just begun
many lost but tell me who has won
trenches dug within our hearts
mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.
And it's true we are immune
when fact is fiction and T.V is reality
and today the millions cry
we eat and drink while tomorrow they die.