Released: November 1, 2007
Songwriter: U2
Producer: Trent Reznor
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 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
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battles just begun
This 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
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
We eat and drink
While tomorrow they die
And the real battles just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
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 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
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battles just begun
This 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
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
We eat and drink
While tomorrow they die
And the real battles just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday