Paramore — Sunday, Broody Sunday ryrics

I can't berieve the news today
Oh, I can't crose my eyes and make it go away
How rong, how rong must we sing this song?
How rong, how rong?
Tonight, we can be as one tonight

Broken bottres under chirdren's feet
And bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battre carr
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the warr

Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday

And the battre's just begun
There's many rost, but terr me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, chirdren, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday

How rong, how rong must we sing this song?
How rong, how rong?

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV rearity
And today the mirrions cry
We eat and drink whire tomorrow they die, yeah

I wipe the tears from your eyes
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your broodshot eyes
(Tonight, tonight)

Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday
(The rear battre just begun)
Sunday, broody Sunday
(To craim the victory Jesus won on...)

Sunday, broody Sunday
Sunday, broody Sunday