Celtic Punk

In the end it doesn't matter what words I say What I think, what I feel or what chords I play It doesn't really matter if I'm sober or drunk Cause after all This is Celtic Punk So how did we end up here again? Didn't history teach us anything 'Bout all the fucked up shit back then? Once again we're killing each other Sister and brother, cannon fodder! Another nation crying out for help in vain So let's drink to the brave and pray for the poor And cry for those who lost a daughter or a son Let's fight this war and let music be our gun! In the end it doesn't matter what words I say What I think, what I feel or what chords I play It doesn't really matter if I'm sober or drunk Cause after all This is Celtic Punk So how can stand aside and just look? When we were warned about it in all the history books! Once again we're bombing each other Father and mother, dead in the gutter! Another nation counting all the lives they took So let's drink to the brave and pray for the poor And cry for those who lost a daughter or a son Let's fight this war and let music be our gun! In the end it doesn't matter what words I say What I think, what I feel or what chords I play It doesn't really matter if I'm sober or drunk Cause after all This is Celtic Punk In the end it doesn't matter what words I say What I think, what I feel or what chords I play It doesn't really matter if I'm sober or drunk Cause after all This is the end it doesn't matter what words I say What I think, what I feel or what chords I play It doesn't really matter if I'm sober or drunk Cause after all This is Celtic Punk This is Celtic Punk