Song Lyrics

This edit of the song has not yet been released. Lyrics provided below are based on the version appearing on “Madison Square Garden 09-28-1997“ released by Wolfgang’s Vault, and the final version appearing on The Joshua Tree 30th Anniversary Edition is expected to be a different edit, but based on the same starting material.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Alright

Oh-oh-oh

I can’t believe the news today
I can’t close my eyes, 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 a dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Back up against the wall

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Alright, let’s go

And this battle’s yet begun
There’s many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is 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?
Tonight, we can be as one
Tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight!

Sometimes
Sometimes when I walk
Sometimes in the city I meet people
And they talk about the good old days back home
The aulde sod
Eireanu…Ireland, yessir
And they talk about the struggle
And they talk about the revolution
Glory to the struggle, they said
There’s glory to the revolution
Fuck the revolution, I said

My father is here tonight
He said to me when I was grown, he said, son
You know what Ireland is?
You know what Ireland is?
He said Ireland is a place that keeps my feet from getting wet
There’s no glory in revolution
There’s no glory in seeing your mother, your father, your sister, your brother
Shot down on your doorstep
And then 63 fucking dead
That’s not glory
So when you help me sing

No more, sing
No more
No more
No more
No more

Wipe your tears away
Wipe…what
Wipe your bloodshot eyes / Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your tears away / Sunday bloody Sunday
Alright

Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
We’re so sick of it

The Edge

And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV a reality
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday