Father John Misty – Pure Comedy (Guitar)

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The comedy of man starts like this

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Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips

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And so Nature, she divines this alternative

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We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end

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Is kind enough to fill us in

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And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since

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Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address

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Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient

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So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids

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I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?

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He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch

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It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless

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Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this

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Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy

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Just waiting until the part where they start to believe

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They're at the center of everything

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And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning

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Oh, their religions are the best

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They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed

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With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits

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And they get terribly upset

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When you question their sacred texts

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Written by woman-hating epileptics

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Their languages just serve to confuse them

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Their confusion somehow makes them more sure

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They build fortunes poisoning their offspring

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And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure

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Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?

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What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?

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These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods

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So they can go on being godless animals

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Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe

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Their horizons that just forever recede

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And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs

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That they never ever have to leave

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Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!

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The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive

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But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with

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Until there's nothing human left

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Just random matter suspended in the dark

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I hate to say it, but each other's all we got