I can’t be lieve the news to day.

Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go a way.

How long,

(Em)how long must we sing this song?

How long, how (Em)long?

’Cause to (Bm)night

(G)we can be as one to (Bm)night.

Bro ken bot tles un der (G)chil dren’s feet,

There’s bod ies strewn a cross the (G)dead end street.

But I won’t (D)heed the bat tle (G)call;

it puts my (D)back up, puts my (G)back up a gainst the wall.

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun (D)Sun day.) Sun day Blood y Sun day.

And the bat tle’s just be (G)gun.

dren’s feet,

There’s man y lost, but tell me (G)who has won.

The trench is (D)dug with in our (G)hearts,

and moth ers, (D)chil dren, broth ers, (G)sis ters a torn a part.

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun (D)Sun day.) day.) day Blood y Sun day.

How long,

(Em)how long must we sing this song?

How long, how (Em)long?

’Cause to (Bm)night

(G)we can be as one.

To (Bm)night,

to (D)night.

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

Wipe the tears from your eyes.

Wipe your tears a way.

Wipe your tears a way.

Wipe your tears a (Sun day Blood y Sun day.) Oh, wipe your blood shot (Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.) Sun day Blood y Sun day.

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.) Sun day Blood y Sun day.

And it’s (D)true, we are im mune

when fact is (D)fic tion and T (G)V re al i ty.

And to day the mil lions (G)cry.

We eat and (D)drink while to (G)mor row they die.

The real (D)bat tle is be gun

to claim the vic t’ry Je sus (G)won

for (Bm)you.

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)

(Sun day Blood y Sun day.)