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father john misty - pure country lyrics

the comedy of man starts like this
our brains are way too big for our mothers’ hips
and so nature, she divines this alternative
we emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
is kind enough, oh, to fill us in
and, babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since

now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
so somebody’s got to go k!ll something while i look after the kids
i’d do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
he says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
oh, it’s hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
oh, ladies, i hope we don’t end up regretting this
c’mon, boys

oh comedy, now that’s what i call pure comedy
just waiting until the part where they start to believe
they’re at the center of everything
and some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
oh comedy

their religions are the best
they worship themselves yet they’re totally obsessed
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 h-ll-bent on fashioning some new gods
so they can go on being godless animals

oh comedy, oh their illusions they have no choice but to believe
their horizons that just forever recede
and how’s this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
that they never ever have to leave

oh comedy, oh it’s like something that a madman would conceive!
the only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
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
well i hate to say it, but each other’s all we’ve got

- father john misty lyrics

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