I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant 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 childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long…
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
He’ll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told
Taxloss lover still lives in the War
Taxloss lover touching 74
Ah, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
We think you are stupid
We give you money ‘cos our assets are fluid yeah
We’ll sell you down the river
Just remember that we said we’d deliver you
Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
And you’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
You’re a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
He’ll be your taxloss lover and his name is Bert
Taxloss lover and he’s always a flirt
Your taxloss lover into kinky sex
Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress
Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
You’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
We’re a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
Sign on the line and we’ll give you the money
And then you’ll be mine and we’ll fly somewhere sunny
And you’ll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
A taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
Taxloss, mod rock
Junk pop, chart hop
Mop top, swap shop
Who’d you nick your cliche off
Wait around, I’ll be walking quite a while
Don’t be late
Hard to take, Vicar twists and gets away
His lipstick’s running, his dress is stunning
He’s got high heels on
And his flock don’t care now
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month
Vicar stay ‘cos your lipstick smeared away
From your face
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon
He’s got high heels on
And his flock don’t care now
Mavis what will he wear
Mavis what will he wear
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month
And if you should see me passing by
Do not disturb me as I fly
Though I am far away
This is where I’ll be
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month
Until the end of the month
Until the end of the month