Tom: C
Introdução: Dm F C G
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