Lyrics
Put the english back to sea, well it was sunday bloody sunday, bloody sunday s the day
They ve got a lot to learn, bloody sunday s the day, you re really a minority
Sent to colonize the north, how dare you hold to ransom Tones, sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday s the day, sunday bloody sunday Tones, a people proud and free
All of you who call it home, you wave your bloody union jack
Keep ireland for the irish, when they shot the people there
all of you who call it home
you anglo pigs and scotties
Bloody sunday s the day, sunday bloody sunday Sunday, keep ireland for the irish
Bloody sunday s the day, put the english back to sea
repatriate to britain
When they nailed the coffin lids, sunday bloody sunday, repatriate to britain
you wave your bloody union jack
Is there any one amongst you, and you know what it s worth
Sunday bloody sunday, repatriate to britain Tones, bloody sunday s the day
Sunday bloody sunday, well it was sunday bloody sunday, sunday bloody sunday
how dare you hold to ransom
on this sweet emerald isle
Not for london or for rome, bloody sunday s the day, a people proud and free
Bloody sunday s the day, sunday bloody sunday
dare to blame it on the kids
is there any one amongst you
Bloody sunday s the day, repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home, how dare you hold to ransom, keep ireland for the irish
The cries of thirteen martyrs, from the bloody english hands, bloody sunday s the day
You anglo pigs and scotties, in the concentration camps
It s always bloody sunday, sunday bloody sunday Sunday, put the english back to sea
Not a soldier boy was bleeding, well you know that it s a lie, bloody sunday s the day
They ve got a lot to learn, bloody sunday s the day
You anglo pigs and scotties, you anglo pigs and scotties
Put the english back to sea, all of you who call it home Wolfe, keep ireland for the irish
All of you who call it home, you anglo pigs and scotties
All of you who call it home, bloody sunday s the day, not a soldier boy was bleeding
when they nailed the coffin lids
They ve got a lot to learn, the cries of thirteen martyrs Sunday, put the english back to sea
In the concentration camps, you claim to be majority, leave ireland to the irish
And you know what it s worth, bloody sunday s the day, not for london or for rome
filled the free derry air
Bloody sunday s the day, well you know that it s a lie Tones, they ve got a lot to learn
Not a soldier boy was bleeding, bloody sunday s the day, well you know that it s a lie
All of you who call it home, you claim to be majority
how dare you hold to ransom
Well you know that it s a lie, the cries of thirteen martyrs, repatriate to britain
Leave ireland to the irish, well it was sunday bloody sunday Tones, bloody sunday s the day
From the bloody english hands, dare to blame it on the kids Sunday, leave ireland to the irish
You anglo pigs and scotties, well it was sunday bloody sunday Sunday, you claim to be majority
repatriate to britain
Bloody sunday s the day, sunday bloody sunday Sunday, you claim to be majority