No reason except it's Sunday and I've been listening to U2.
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
And the battle's just begun
So many lost,
But tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts.
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long?
How long?
- U2, "Sunday Bloody Sunday"