Pure Comedy chords and lyrics - FATHER JOHN MISTY

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[Verse 1]
[C]At [Dm]six[C][Dm][F][Faug][C#]
For some reason when I go [G#dim]to
the app
[E][D][Ebdim]

[Verse 2]
The comedy [A]of man [G#]starts like this
Our brain[D]s are way too big
for our [A]mother's hips
And so Nature, she divines this al[E]ternative
We [G#]emerged half- formed and hope
that whoever greets us on the [A]other end
Is kind enough to fill us [E]in
And, babies, that's [A]pretty much
how it's been ever [E]since

[Verse 3]
[D#dim]Now the miracle of birth leaves
a few [G#]issues to address
Like, say, that [G#dim]half of us
are peri[D]odically iron defi[A]cient
So somebody's got to go kill something
while I [E]look after the kids
I'd do [G#]it myself, but what,
are you going to get this thing [A]its milk?
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt,
we can [E]switch
It's hard not to [A]fall in love
with something so [E]helpless
Ladies, I [A]hope we don't end
up regretting [E]this

[Verse 4]
[E]Comedy, now that's what
I call pure [A]comedy
Just waiting until the part where
[G#m]they start to believe
They're at the center
[B]of everything
And some [A]all- powerful being endowed
this [B]horror show with meaning

[Verse 5]
Oh, their re[E]ligions are the best
They worship themselves
yet they're [A]totally obsessed
With risen zombies, celestial vir[G#m]gins,
magic tricks, these unbelievable outfit[D#]s
And [D#m]they get [A]terribly upset
When [B]you question their sacred texts
Written by woman- hating [E]epileptics
[A]Their

[Verse 6]
languages just serve
to confuse them
Their con[Am]fusion somehow makes
them more sure
[A]They build fortunes poisoning
their offspring
And hand out [Am]prizes when someone
patents the cure
Where did they [A]find these goons
they elected to rule them?
What makes [Am]these clowns they
idolize so remarkable?
These mammals are [A]hell- bent
on fashioning new gods
So they can [Am]go on being godless animals

[Interlude 1]
[Adim][G#][Cdim][D][A][E][G#]
[Cdim][A]

[Verse 7]
Oh [E]comedy, their illusions they have
no [A]choice but to believe
Their horizons that just [G#m]forever recede
[D#]And [G#m]how's this for irony,
[D#m]their idea o[D#dim]f being f[F#m]ree is a prison of belief[B]s
That they never ever have to leave

[Verse 8]
Oh [E]comedy
Oh it's like something that a
[A]madman would conceive!
The only thing that seems to [G#m]make them feel
[D#]alive [G#m]is the struggle to surviv[D#]e
But the only [F#m]thing that they [A]request
[F#m]is something [B]to numb the pain with
Until there's nothing human [B]left
Just random mat[A]ter suspended in the dark
I hate to say [Am]it,

[Outro 1]
but each other's all we got
[Am]