• A
  • A7
  • Ab
  • Ab7
    4
  • Abm
    4
  • Absus2
    4
  • Am
  • B
  • B7
  • B7/F#
  • Db5
    4
  • E
  • E7
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Tom:
[Chords]
Db5 Absus2 (or other variant) |--X--| |--X--| |--3--| |--X--| |--1--| |--3--| |--0--| |--6--| |--X--| |--6--| |--X--| |--4--|
[Verse]
B7/F# Ab The comedy of man starts like this
E7 A Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7 E And so Nature, she divines this alternative
Ab A7 We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A E Is kind enough to fill us in
A7 E And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since
B7 Ab7 Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
Db5 A Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
A7 E So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
Ab A7 I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
A E He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
A7 E It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
A7 E Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this [Chorus]
E E7 A Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7 Abm Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
Absus2 Abm They're at the center of everything
A B B7 And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
E Oh, their religions are the best
E7 A They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
A And they get terribly upset
B When you question their sacred texts
B7/F# Written by woman-hating epileptics [Outro]
A Their languages just serve to confuse them
Am Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
A They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
Am And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
A Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
Am What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
A These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
Am So they can go on being godless animals [Solo] [Chorus]
E E7 A Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7 Abm Their horizons that just forever recede
Absus2 Abm A B And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
B7/F# That they never ever have to leave
E E7 A Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
A B But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
B7/F# Until there's nothing human left [Outro]
A Just random matter suspended in the dark
Am I hate to say it, but each other's all we got
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Composição: J Tillman

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