Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.nIrony oh irony upon me it is never lost.nGather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a talenAbout a man who walks among you, a man you each know well.nMy name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,nA job in the towers cooking the books for the shills that grease the skids.nIrony oh irony, you are a bitter fruit to eat.nnStripped of all your beauty your flesh is none too sweet.nNow I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.nI was caught with my hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.nFifty-four and a big black mark upon my resume,nI found selling off what you don't own might earn you the time of day.nnNext it was a letter from my darling one,nwhat's yours is mine, what's mine is mine,nSealed with a hug and kiss.nOne by one my children closed their lives to me.nnLesson learned on Daddy's knee,ngive no quarter to the weak.nIrony oh irony, you are the polar seed of truth,nYou grow upon the open plain the faithful you uproot.nnKicked around 'bout a year living hand to mouth,nThen one day tryin' to bum a light I felt my will give out.nSat right down on the corner, started prayin' a little too loud.nLeft my troubles far behindnWhen I saw them emptying their pockets out.nnIrony oh irony, you are a treacherous son of a bitch,nPretending not to care about the heights you'll never reach.nNow I won't start in preaching 'bout reaping what you sow,nThis is the story of a half-hearted man,nHalf honest as they go.nnBut sit on down and rest a spell I've got another tale to tell.nAbout a lost young man in a far away land whose life is just too easy to sell.nJesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.nIrony oh irony upon me it is never lost.