Father John Misty - Pure comedy

^N.C."At six" (pno.) ^Db/F "...for some reason^G7b9 when I go to the app^N.C."

^Adim7 The comedy of man s^Ab/Ctarts like this: Dadd#11 A Our brains are way too big for our mother's hips And so ^A7nature, She divines this al^Eternative: We e^G#7merge, half-formed, and hope whoever greets us on the ^A7other end Is ^A7kind enough to fill us in,^E And babies, that's ^A7pretty much how it's been ever since^E.

^Adim7Now the miracle of birth leaves a few ^Ab/Cissues to address Dadd#11 A Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient So somebody's ^A7gotta go kill something while I ^Elook after the kids I'd do it ^G#7/B#myself, but what, are you gonna to get this ^A7thing it's milk? He says as ^A7soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch^E It's hard not to ^A7fall in love with something so helpl^Eess Ladies, I ^A7hope we don't end up regretting this^E

^EComedy,^E7 now that's what I call pure ^Acomedy ^A7 Just wait until the part where ^G#mthey start to believe They're at the ^G#mcenter of everything And some all^A6-powerful be^Aing Endowed this ^B6horror show with ^Bmeanin^B6g ^B Oh, their ^Ereligions are the best ^E7 They worship themselves yet they're ^Atotally obsessed ^A7 With risen zombies, celestial ^G#mvirgins, magic tricks These unbe^G#mlievable outfits And they get ^A6terribly upset^A When you ^B6question their sacred ^Btexts Written by ^B6woman-hating epilep^Btics

Their ^A7languages just serve to confuse them Their con^Am7fusion somehow makes them more sure They build ^A7fortunes poisoning their offspring And hand out ^Am7prizes when someone patents the cure Where did they ^AM7find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these ^Am7clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are ^A7hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can ^Am7go on being godless animals

^A7 Oh ^Ecomedy,^E7 their illusions they've no ^Achoice but to believe ^A7 Their horizons that just ^G#mforever recede And how's ^G#mthis for irony: Their i^F#m7dea of being free is a p^B6rison of be^Bliefs That they ^B6never ever have to l^Beave Oh ^Ecomedy,^E7 oh it's like something that a ^Amadman would conceive! ^A7 The only thing that seems to ^G#mmake them feel alive Is the ^G#mstruggle to survive But the only t^F#m7hing that they request Is something ^B6to numb the pain ^Bwith Until there's ^B6nothing human ^Bleft

Just random ^Amatter suspended in the dark I hate to say it^Am, but each other's all we've got