Black Sunday

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

It’s March 20,  2005.  We have killed the shit out of a million Iraqis.  We haven’t been able to steal their oil, but Halliburton has gotten richer.  A million newly created terrorists are in the making, so we can ride the 9/11 bullet train of paranoia and “security”. for another 20 years.

In case it doesn’t work, we have lied about North Korea and rattled our sabres at Syria and Iran.  “Bring ’em on.”

Mission fucking accomplished.


Sunday Bloody Sunday lyrics pinched from here

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