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