Ironic?

I confess I was a hippyklatt,
a useless man, who took more than he gave.
To anything that lives, except its own head space,
So that’s why I’m all alone, and writing all this shit, to tell the world I failed,
To protect you from your selves, but then that’s health an’ safety,
Removing all the blame, just like going to church,
Still repentance is fucking futile, if you cant live with your self,
But that’s what drink and drugs are for, so you find the great escape.
Just to find a new brick wall.
Isn’t that fucking ironic?

I’ll stand alone, and paint the world in technophobe, a square peg,
Who won’t fit in any hole, unless I dug it first, to bury my head in sand
And make some pretty shapes, before I loose the will, to rise up from the ashes,.
Wile I’m burn in hell, for writing things, that will offend, and criminal offences,
like promoting terrorists, because there humans to, there just like you and me,
only slightly different, they stick out like sore thumbs,
an easy target for the rags, to print our propaganda.
So check out al-Jazeera., it’s just the same as Fox network.
There both full of shit!
Now isn’t that ironic?

I lied where screwed, there’s poisons in our food,
From dodgy pesticides, to potassium cyanide.
We eat our pie, and some of us will die.
But still we multiply, and spread disease like flies,
The shit becomes our lies, and you can’t escape the smell
You’ll have more fun in hell, or purgatory,
Or maybe blasphemy, for failing to comply,
With all these fucking lies, I see, no thanx I’t’s not for me.


You call this a credit crunch, but I call it incompetence,
And dodgy gifts from shitty yanks, who failed their 4th grade maths exam,
Oh but then you found a god, so that makes it all ok?, to fuck the whole world up
And blame it on Islam, but you gave Iraq Sadam, and the CIA trained Bin ladin.
So you bought this on your selves,
Now isn’t that ironic? Don’t you think?

©:04/06/2009 Alex Kyriacou.