Lletres: O.A.R. (Of A Revolution). 34th & 8th. Sunday Bloody Sunday.

(Oooooooooooo ohhhhhhhhhhhh)
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 of the children sleep,
darkened bodies are on the street.
That won't be the battle park,
Puts my back up, back up against the wall

Sunday bloody sunday,
Sunday bloody sunday.
Sunday bloody sunday,
Sunday bloody sunday,
Sunday bloody sunday.
We are one.

And it's true we are immune,
with fact or fiction and total reality.
And today the millions crowd,
Mothers running, sit this one apart.

Sunday bloody sunday,
Sunday bloody sunday, (go ahead)
(Oooooooooooh)

Wipe your tears away,
wipe your tears away,
wipe your tears away,
wipe em' away.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long, tonight.
We can be as one, (tonight)
tonight (Ohhhhhhhhhh),
No one.