Smell the Irony Songtext
von The Infested

Crying child, confused and hurt
Cuz your son′s been murdered by a rubber dud
Why does your love go blindly mad
If you let a man fight and drag it bad?
Six people he fucked were here that day
And now there's a terrorist who will find a way
How to destroy this home and kill your family
And no one can tell us what′s the irony, yeah
The same excuses everyday
When we're trying to justify what we're there to gain
Patrolling, abusing, attacking, and killing
If we love civility, then you′re suffering
Why does my brother population
Matter, matter not your terrorism?
Turn off your TV, abuse your head
Get out the way of getting shot dead, oh
Can you smell the irony?
How many attacks have they made?
How many people have we saved?
Can you smell the irony?


We′re from the dark age, can't you see?
We are the victims, we′re the bull, no
Military reports of a wanted man
They got him maybe somewhere in Afghanistan
The characteristics call the carpet bomb
I never thought the casualties of no red zone
What makes these innocent families?
When your legs falling, pull out your own
Can't you see what we′ve become?
Ignorant militias, color in skull
Can you smell the irony?
How many attacks have they made?
How many people have we saved?
Can you smell the irony?
We're from the dark age, can′t you see?
We are the victims, we're the bull, no
Can you smell the irony?
How many attacks have they made?
How many people have we saved?
Can you smell the irony?
We're from the dark age, can′t you see?
We are the victims, we′re the bull, no