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