March 17

(início)

Intro: Dm F C G (4x)
Dm                       F              C               G
It doesn't matter if your pot of gold is empty
Dm                    F                 C               G
And if you're out of luck and out of friends
F                           C
And if every day seems a mistake
                   G
And you can see no changes
                        C       G
But they will come some day
Dm              F            C                    G
March 17 will rise again and we all know how this story ends
Dm                              F            C          G
Now we'll break the rules and no one else is safe
Dm                        F             C               G
It doesn't matter if your horseshoe is damn rusty
Dm                   F                       C          G
And if everything is dark and there ain't no green
F                                 C
Today all those things are such a foolish
                G                       C               G
We can dance in dublin and wake up in here
F
April was a month that we can leave behind
C
And maybe may brought no better tide
G
In june i was so sad i can't describe
F
I guess the same shit came in july
C
August was a so fucked up month
G
September i felt so alone
C
October i wrote depressive songs
G
November i screamed turn it up!
F
December santa stood at home
C
January ain't no white crow
G
February i was so doped i thought it would be the end of my world