All of you who didn't understand my last entry need to do a certain thing that I can't mention here more often, kay?

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?

'Cos 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.

Oh, let's go.

And the battle's just begun

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.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?

How long, how long?

'Cos tonight

We can be as one, tonight.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes

Wipe your tears away.

I'll wipe your tears away.

I'll wipe your tears away.

I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

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.

The real battle just begun

To claim the victory Jesus won

On...

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday...

Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2

Obsessed...with...this...song...