Intro
D Dmusical ladders leaning on D7mountains
Gbathed in white laughter under the Dsun
D7somebody's birthday came stumbliGng towards us
Dwrapped iGn green gladness under the sun
Emiwe're gonna make it through this war Atonight
Emsomeone hAold this child up to the light
Dprostitute fingers fumbling with D7matches
Gtucked in red couches under green Dmoons
D7mexican waitress got caught iGn the crossfire
Dof militant families bursting with jGuice
Emwe're gonnAa break it to your folks tonight
Emkinda hopeA your pops don't hear me right