Isn’t it funny how things work out?
The rain that arrives too late after the drought.
While someone’s sipping from a freshwater gem,
And tippin' two thirds away ‘cause it means nothing to them.
Isn’t it funny when the good cop gets fired?
‘Cause being everyone’s pal just won’t keep you hired.
While bad cop eats doughnuts and gets a pay raise,
Guess being a nice guy won’t get you far these days.
And what about that movie star, 18 in Hollywood town?
No one expected a plane crash to be the thing that brought her down.
And her little brother gets food poisoning from her favourite dish that night,
Who knew it could turn out to be fatal from the very first bite?
Flashbacks to wild college nights, when you had a tad too much to drink,
Shufflin' the deck of cards in your hand, barely able to think.
A point to prove, a bet to win, and you’re praying for the ace of spades,
A hundred quid down as you walk home alone, and the cigarette glow slowly fades.
Like when you’re stuck in traffic, and your washing’s on the line,
Windscreen wipers fight the downpour and you tell yourself it’ll be fine.
And you're thinkin’ about that bestseller, the one you never wrote,
Another abandoned dream that takes its toll and chokes you in the throat.
Or when you tie your hair back in class, and the bobble snaps right off your wrist,
And it flicks you on the side of the cheek with a painful little twist.
And how the prom king lies and the queen cheats, but you’re too afraid to say,
‘Cause their locker room social politics isn’t a game you wanna play.
And when it’s Monday mornin' and you’ve locked your keys in the van,
And leaving the spare set in your sock drawer suddenly wasn’t the greatest plan.
Then the guy in the carpark sellin' cheap ice cream runs out when it gets to your turn,
Shrugging his shoulders with a look that says: ‘Maybe next time you’ll learn’.
Isn’t it funny how this poisoned chalice strikes at the most inconvenient time?
Like the cheerfully cruel perpetrator of an oh-so-delicious crime.
They say ‘variety is the spice of life’, but I have to disagree,
‘Cause there’s something addictive about a dash of sinful irony.
