Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure Comedy, artist - Father John Misty.
Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Song language: English
Pure Comedy |
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 kill 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 hell-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 |