Sunday Bloody Sunday Ringtones

Sunday Bloody Sunday 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) 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? 'Cause tonight We can be as one, tonight Tonight, Tonight, Tonight, Tonight Tonight No more, No more, No more (sing) No more Wipe your tears away Wipe your tears away Wipe your bloodshot eyes Wipe your tears away Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday (sunday, bloody sunday) 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 Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars And the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep