[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
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
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