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| devs | posted on 07-08-2001 @ 10:35 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00  | Yes... I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause 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 And the battle's just 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... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...tonight... Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes (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 (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won On... Sunday Bloody Sunday Sunday Bloody Sunday... What about the monkey people? | ||||
| Tony Metropolis | posted on 07-09-2001 @ 1:34 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | I actually just learned how to play that song on my guitar today. Great choice from a great band. U2 is a damn good band. "I am a sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady." - The Shermanator This message was edited by Tony Metropolis on 7-9-01 @ 1:36 AM | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 07-09-2001 @ 1:10 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | You've seen life through distorted eyes You know you had to learn The execution of your mind You really had to turn The race is run the book is read The end begins to show The truth is out, the lies are old But you don't want to know Nobody will ever let you know When you ask the reasons why They just tell you that you're on your own Fill your head all full of lies The people who have crippled you You want to see them burn The gates of life have closed on you And now there's just no return You're wishing that the hands of doom Could take your mind away And you don't care if you don't see again The light of day Nobody will ever let you know When you ask the reasons why They just tell you that you're on your own Fill your head all full of lies Where can you run to What more can you do No more tomorrow Life is killing you Dreams turn to nightmares Heaven turns to hell Burned out confusion Nothing more to tell Everything around you What's it coming to God knows as your dog knows Bog blast all of you Sabbath Bloody Sabbath Nothing more to do Living just for dying Dying just for you  BoxOfWine will be attending the Mr. Brownstone Academy of Dance until 7/20, one more opening available. | ||||
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