Ironic

An old man, turning 98, he won the lottery, and died the next day.

It's a black fly, in your shadow day.

It's a roll-tide pattern, two minutes to the end.

Isn't it ironic?

Don't you think?

It's like rain, on your wedding day

It's a free ride, when you're already paid

It's the good advice, that you just didn't take

And who would've thought, it figures

Mr. Bladesafe, was afraid to fly

Packed his suitcase, Kissed his kids goodbye

He waited his whole damn life To take that flight

And as the plane crashed down He thought, "Well, isn't this nice?"

Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?

It's like rain, on your wedding day It's a free ride, when you're already paid

And who would've thought, it figures Well, life has a funny way

Of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay

And everything's going right

Well, love is a funny way

Helping you out

Helping you out