In January trees are all snow white
If I'd say so am I — I would lie
A new year's day is too cold
And all I wanna do is be alone
Days go by and February comes
Who would give me one bullet and a gun
I think my time comes in March
Sweet death — comes in March
In April you may shed one tear for me
In May I'm nothing but a name in your history
In June flowers will wither on my grave
And that was my meaningless life — hey hey
I think my time comes in March
Sweet death — comes in March