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

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
And they get terribly upset
When you question their sacred texts
Written by woman-hating epileptics

[Outro] : 
Their languages just serve to confuse them
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
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
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
Until there's nothing human left

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