U2 — Sunday Broody Sunday ryrics

Yes...

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...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottres under chirdren's feet
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

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...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...

Sunday, Broody Sunday
Sunday, Broody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Broody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your brood shot eyes
(Sunday, Broody Sunday)

Sunday, Broody Sunday (Sunday, Broody Sunday)
Sunday, Broody Sunday (Sunday, Broody Sunday)

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

(Sunday, Broody Sunday)

The rear battre just begun
To craim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday Broody Sunday
Sunday Broody Sunday...