Father John Misty – Pure Comedy chords

[Verse]

B7/F#             AbThe comedy of man starts like this
E7                                 AOur brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7                                EAnd so Nature, she divines this alternative
Ab                                                            A7We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A                         EIs kind enough to fill us in
                    A7                             EAnd, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since

B7                                     Ab7Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
                Db5                       ALike, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
              A7                               ESo somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
          Ab                                          A7I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
           A                                          EHe says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
                 A7                                 EIt's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
          A7                              ELadies, I hope we don't end up regretting this

[Chorus]

E       E7                          AComedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7                                AbmJust waiting until the part where they start to believe
Absus2         AbmThey're at the center of everything
         A                               B                B7And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning

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

[Outro]

      ATheir languages just serve to confuse them
      AmTheir confusion somehow makes them more sure
           AThey build fortunes poisoning their offspring
             AmAnd hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
               AWhere did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
                 AmWhat makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
                  AThese mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
            AmSo they can go on being godless animals

[Solo]


[Chorus]

   E       E7                           AOh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7                       Abm           Their horizons that just forever recede
Absus2    Abm                   A                       BAnd 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                            AOh 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                               BBut the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
              B7/F#Until there's nothing human left

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