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PURE COMEDY - FATHER JOHN MISTY
from PURE COMEDY (2017)
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(hns.)
C Dm7 C/E C Dm7 C/E
Aadd#11 Ab/C Dadd#11 A7
(saxs)
A9 E G#7 A7
INTRO
N.C."At six"
(pno.)
Db/F "...for some reasonG7b9 when I go to the appN.C."
VERSE I
Adim7 The comedy of man sAb/Ctarts like this:
Dadd#11 A
Our brains are way too big for our mother's hips
And so A7nature, She divines this alEternative:
We eG#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 sinceE.
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 switchE
It's hard not to A7fall in love with something so helplEess
Ladies, I A7hope we don't end up regretting thisE
CHORUS I
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 allA6-powerful beAing
Endowed this B6horror show with BmeaninB6g 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 unbeG#mlievable outfits
And they get A6terribly upsetA
When you B6question their sacred Btexts
Written by B6woman-hating epilepBtics
BRIDGE
Their A7languages just serve to confuse them
Their conAm7fusion 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
INTERLUDE
CHORUS II
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 iF#m7dea of being free is a pB6rison of beBliefs
That they B6never ever have to lBeave
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 tF#m7hing that they request
Is something B6to numb the pain Bwith
Until there's B6nothing human Bleft
OUTRO
Just random Amatter suspended in the dark
I hate to say itAm, but each other's all we've got