Verse
E7/B C#
The comedy of man starts like this
A7 D
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
D7 A
And so Nature, she divines this alternative
C# D7
We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
D A
Is kind enough to fill us in
D7 A
And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since
E7 C#7
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
D(b5) D
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
D7 A
So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
C# D7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
D A
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
D7 A
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
D7 A
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this
[Chorus]
A A7 D
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
D7 C#m
Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
C#sus2 C#m
They're at the center of everything
D E E7
And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
A
Oh, their religions are the best
A7 D
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
D7 C#m C#sus2 C#m
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
D
And they get terribly upset
E
When you question their sacred texts
E7/B
Written by woman-hating epileptics
[Bridge]
D
Their languages just serve to confuse them
Dm
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
D
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
Dm
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
D
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
Dm
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
D
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
Dm
So they can go on being godless animals
[Instrumental]
C#/D C#/F C#7/F
G#m7b5/G D7
D7 A
C#7 D
[Chorus]
A A7 D
Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
D7 C#m
Their horizons that just forever recede
C#sus2 C#m D E
And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
E7/B
That they never ever have to leave
A A7 D
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
D7 C#m C#sus2 C#m
The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
D E
But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
E7/B
Until there's nothing human left
[Outro]
D
Just random matter suspended in the dark
Dm
I hate to say it, but each other's all we got
- 1. Chord Gitar Father John Misty - Pure Comedy Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Father John Misty - Pure Comedy Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan