Alanis Morissette - various songs

[Ironic]
[Thank U]




Ironic

Music by Glen Ballard and Alanis Morissette
Lyrics by Alanis Morissette

An old man turned ninety-eight 
He won the lottery and died the next day 
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay 
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late 
Isn't it ironic... don't you think? 

Chorus: 
It's like rain on your wedding day 
It's a free ride when you've already paid 
It's the good advice that you just didn't take 
Who would've thought... it figures 

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly 
He packed his suitcase and 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..." 
And isn't it ironic... don't you think? 

Repeat Chorus 

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you 
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right 
And life has a funny way of helping you out when 
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up 
In your face 

A traffic jam when you're already late 
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break 
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife 
It's meeting the man of my dreams 
And then meeting his beautiful wife 
And isn't it ironic... don't you think? 
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think... 

Repeat Chorus 

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you 
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out 
Helping you out 

Thank U

Music by Glen Ballard and Alanis Morissette
Lyrics by Alanis Morissette

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics 
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up 
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots 
How 'bout that ever elusive kudo 

Thank you India 
Thank you terror 
Thank you disillusionment 
Thank you frailty 
Thank you consequence 
Thank you thank you silence 

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything 
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once 
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you 
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time 

Thank you India 
Thank you terror 
Thank you disillusionment 
Thank you frailty 
Thank you consequence 
Thank you thank you silence 

the moment I let go of it was 
the moment I got more than I could handle 
the moment I jumped off of it was 
the moment I touched down 

How 'bout no longer being masochistic 
How 'bout remembering your divinity 
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out 
How 'bout not equating death with stopping 

Thank you India 
Thank you Providence 
Thank you disillusionment 
Thank you nothingness 
Thank you clarity 
Thank you thank you silence 

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