Bloody Sunday

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I believe it was a Sunday, a Bloody Sunday it happened They almost blew some lady's face off, it hung there flappin' A seven car pile up of burnt metal and ash Somebody chucked a fuckin' cinder block off the overpass On Bloody Sunday, Stewie's little girl went missing They found her headless, placed in a sexual position And Cousin Ronnie, he just got home from his honeymoon That shit wasn't funny, his world was suddenly doomed On Bloody Sunday, his wife was stopped at a red light In the dead of night, someone beat her with a lead pipe A Molotov came flying, smashed into the pews And set the choir on fire, ignited the fuse A Bloody Sunday, tragedies on top of tragedies Snakes slither through the holes in your cavities On Bloody Sunday, the evil is thick, you can't breathe No thanks to Adam and Eve, born on fuckin' Bloody Sunday [Chorus] On Bloody Sunday, blood red doves fly Screamin' bloody murder with pitch black eyes On Bloody Sunday, all the missing return No one can be safe, you only watch 'em burn On Bloody Sunday, time creeps by slow Terror suffocates your windpipe's airflow On Bloody Sunday, the cycle never will end You finally make it through the night, it's Sunday morning again On Bloody Sunday [Verse 2] Your boy Dave was fiendin', so he robbed an old couple Shot 'em both in they head for they trouble On a bloody fuckin' Sunday, he didn't care they were his grandparents 'Cause to him, they were just interference Dawn planned her husband's murder with her lover Who was her lover? Her husband's own fuckin' brother On a Bloody Sunday, that's the day they finally did it With a butter knife, it took 'em forty-five fuckin' minutes Cynthia hitchhiked across the country before The only difference this time, she is forever no more On Bloody Sunday, she made her fatal mistake They found her raped and duct-taped and thrown in a lake Lenny was hardly seventeen when he did a killin' He swears to God he couldn't fight the fuckin' feelin' On that Bloody Sunday, his neighbors heard all the squealin' He cleaned good, but he forgot the guts on the ceilin' [Chorus] On Bloody Sunday, blood red doves fly Screamin' bloody murder with pitch black eyes On Bloody Sunday, all the missing return No one can be safe, you only watch 'em burn On Bloody Sunday, time creeps by slow Terror suffocates your windpipe's airflow On Bloody Sunday, the cycle never will end You finally make it through the night, it's Sunday morning again On Bloody Sunday [Verse 3] Rebecca was a hooker who deeply hated men Men deeply hated her too, a hate loop with no end But then on Bloody Sunday, she left the whiskey-throated preacher man An unrecognizable creature dead in the sand Terry played football so well he earned a scholarship But then he blew his knee to hell, now come tomorrow he ain't shit On Bloody Sunday, he wasn't having that no alcohol law He grabbed the shotgun that belonged to his long-gone pa Blew off his girl's dome, the only one that loved him Followed by his own, now his tombstone's above him On Bloody Sunday, cemeteries are open for visits You can point, read, stare, who's laying where, who fuckin' bit it Who fuckin' put who in a box under rocks, who's rottin' in it To whom's it matter? That slab gon' be you in a minute Bloody Sunday mean a full red moon 'Cause it reflects off the Earth during the blood monsoons [Chorus] On Bloody Sunday, blood red doves fly Screamin' bloody murder with pitch black eyes On Bloody Sunday, all the missing return No one can be safe, you only watch 'em burn On Bloody Sunday, time creeps by slow Terror suffocates your windpipe's airflow On Bloody Sunday, the cycle never will end You finally make it through the night, it's Sunday morning again On Bloody Sunday [Outro] On Bloody Sunday In a Bloody Sunday On Bloody Sunday On Bloody Sunday