Sunday Bloody Sunday (Live in Ireland)

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

Tonight we can be as one, tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
And bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
Puts my back up
My back up against the wall

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Alright, go

And it's true, we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV reality
And today the soldiers ride
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

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

Lift yourselves up
Don't need anymore
Put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the air
If you're the praying kind
Turn this song into a prayer
Put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the air
If you're the praying kind
'Cause we're not going back there

No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No paratroopers
No petrol bombs
No Sarasin
No UDA
No IRA
We're not going back there
We put our hands in the sky
We put our hands in the air
We thank the brave man
Who made a brave choice

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away

Three years after Omagh
We turn a song into a prayer
Three years after Omagh

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your blood
Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your tears away
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

We're so sick of it
We've had enough
We've had enough

This battle's yet begun
There's many lost, tell me who has won
Though the battle's yet begun
To claim the victory Jesus made
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday