Lyrics:

[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

[Verse 2]
Your boy Dave was fiendin', so he robbed an old couple
Shot 'em both in they head for they trouble
On a bloody fuckin' Sunday, he didn't care they were his grandparents
'Cause to him, they were just interference
Dawn planned her husband's murder with her lover
Who was her lover? Her husband's own fuckin' brother
On a Bloody Sunday, that's the day they finally did it
With a butter knife, it took 'em forty-five fuckin' minutes
Cynthia hitchhiked across the country before
The only difference this time, she is forever no more
On Bloody Sunday, she made her fatal mistake
They found her raped and duct-taped and thrown in a lake
Lenny was hardly seventeen when he did a killin'
He swears to God he couldn't fight the fuckin' feelin'
On that Bloody Sunday, his neighbors heard all the squealin'
He cleaned good, but he forgot the guts on the ceilin'

[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

[Verse 3]
Rebecca was a hooker who deeply hated men
Men deeply hated her too, a hate loop with no end
But then on Bloody Sunday, she left the whiskey-throated preacher man
An unrecognizable creature dead in the sand
Terry played football so well he earned a scholarship
But then he blew his knee to hell, now come tomorrow he ain't shit
On Bloody Sunday, he wasn't having that no alcohol law
He grabbed the shotgun that belonged to his long-gone pa
Blew off his girl's dome, the only one that loved him
Followed by his own, now his tombstone's above him
On Bloody Sunday, cemeteries are open for visits
You can point, read, stare, who's laying where, who fuckin' bit it
Who fuckin' put who in a box under rocks, who's rottin' in it
To whom's it matter? That slab gon' be you in a minute
Bloody Sunday mean a full red moon
'Cause it reflects off the Earth during the blood monsoons

[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

[Outro]
On Bloody Sunday
In a Bloody Sunday
On Bloody Sunday
On Bloody Sunday