Irony Sings

I've been your age boy, you 'aint been mine

Your rich beyond knowing cause you still have time

My old man, said I'm one too

We'd both forgotten what we've gotten into

I've been your age, boy, you 'aint been mine

you're a wealthy fool stewing in a golden mine

I went to work like a foolish jerk

Spent my time avoiding, spent my nights hurt

I learned to hide, like a snake in a den,

I swallowed my rattle over and over again

If Irony wrote me a letter

If Irony, if she wrote me a song

If Irony asked me to accept her

I think I'm ready to sing along, sing along

to sing along, sing along

I found a lie, looks a lot like me,

Hiding in shadows for all to see

I've got two left ears, I hear everything twice

the rattle of death, and the song of life

Irony, yeah, Irony, yeah

If Irony, wrote me a letter, Sweet Irony, if she wrote me a song

Oh will I sing along, I'm ready to sing along,

Every tick of the hand, is a paradox

A wish I left behind, another broken clock

I hear my honey, Sneaks up on me

Was she always sweet, or was she just a tease?

Yes She Was, Yes She was,

Oh sweet Irony, Loving me, she's loving me

If Irony wrote me a letter

If Irony, if she wrote me a song

If Irony asked me to accept her

I think I'm ready to sing along

sing' along, Singing along

Sing sing sing along

Ready to sing along

I've been your age boy, You ain't been mine

You're rich beyond knowing, you still have time