Pure Comedy (CHORDS) by Father John Misty

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

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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

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

  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

Just random matter suspended in the dark

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

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