Father John Misty – Pure Comedy

Father John Misty – Pure Comedy Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Father John Misty
Song : Pure Comedy

[Verse] : 
B7/F#             Ab
The comedy of man starts like this
E7                                 A
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7                                E
And so Nature, she divines this alternative
Ab                                                            A7
We emerged half formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A                         E
Is kind enough to fill us in
                    A7                             E
And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since

B7                                     Ab7
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
                Db5                       A
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
              A7                               E
So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
          Ab                                          A7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
           A                                          E
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
                 A7                                 E
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
          A7                              E
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this

[Chorus] : 
E       E7                          A
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7                                Abm
Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
Absus2         Abm
They're at the center of everything
         A                               B                B7
And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning

          E                  
Oh, their religions are the best
E7                                  A
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7                            Abm            Absus2             Abm                           
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
             A
And they get terribly upset
         B
When you question their sacred texts
           B7/F#
Written by woman-hating epileptics

[Outro] : 
      A
Their languages just serve to confuse them
      Am
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
           A
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
             Am
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
               A
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
                 Am
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
                  A
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
            Am
So they can go on being godless animals

[Chorus] : 
   E       E7                           A
Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7                       Abm           
Their horizons that just forever recede
Absus2    Abm                   A                       B
And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
          B7/F#
That they never ever have to leave

   E       E7                            A
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7                           Abm            Absus2         Abm                             
The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
        A                               B
But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
              B7/F#
Until there's nothing human left

[Outro] : 
            A
Just random matter suspended in the dark
          Am
I hate to say it, but each other's all we got

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