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? Tonight we can be as one.
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, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts,
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
How long, Tonight we can be as one.
Tonight, tonight
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Wipe your tears away,
Wipe your blood shot eyes.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality,
And today the millions cry,
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
The real battle just begun.
To claim the victory Jesus won,
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
I sing it for you
Like the words I have to bring
I bring them for you
And in leather, lace and chains
We stake our claim
Revolution once again
I won't wear it on my sleeve
I can see through this expression
And you know I don't believe
I'm too old to be told
Exactly who are you?
Tonight, tomorrow's to late
And we love to fly a flag
But I won't let others live in hell
As we divide against each other
And we fight amongst ourselves
Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song
Let the bells ring out, is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?
Nothing to loose, nothing to gain
Nothing at all
And if you can't help yourself
Well take a look around you
When others need your time
You say it's time to go it's your time
Angry words won't stop the fight
Two wrongs won't make it right
A new heart is what I need
Oh God, make it bleed
Is there nothing left?
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away
And tear their hands as they tear the soil
But a day will come in the dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land
A scarlet coat and a black beret
They thought that blood and sacrifice
Could out of death bring forth a life
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land
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This eclectic supergroup from Ireland has experimented with a variety of music styles. But their early career was marked by a preference for radical lyrics. Sample some below
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And the battle's just begun,
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And it's true we are immune.
On a Sunday bloody Sunday.
From "War" (1983)
Like a Song
Like a song I have to sing
But I won't
And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
Too set in out ways to try to rearrange
A generation without name, ripped and torn
From "War" (1983)
Van Diemen's Land
Hold me now, hold me now
It's a bitter pill I swallow here
Now kings will rule and the poor will toil
Hold me now, hold me now
Still the gunman rules and the widows pay
Hold me now, hold me now
From "Rattle and Hum" (1988)
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