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The comedy of man starts like this
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Our brains are way too big for our
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mothers' hips
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And so Nature, She devines this
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al-ternative: We emerge half-formed
and hope whoever greets
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us on the other end
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is kind enough to fill us in
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And babies, that's pretty
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much how it's been ever since
[verse 2]
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Now, the miracle of birth
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leaves a few issues to adress:
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Like, say, that half of us
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are periodic'ly iron de-ficient
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So, somebody's gotta go kill
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something while I look after the kids
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I'd do it my-self, but, 'What?
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Are you gonna give this thing its milk?'
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He says, as soon as he gets back
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from the hunt, we can switch
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It's hard not to fall in love
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with something so help-less
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Ladies, I hope we don't end up
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regretting this!
[Chorus 1]
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Comedy. Now, that's what I call pure
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comedy. Just wait until the part where
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they start to believe, they're at the
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center of ev'ry thing, and some all
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powerful being endowed this horror
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show with meaning.
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Oh, their religions are the best
They worship themselves, yet they're
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totally obsessed with risen zombies,
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celestial virgins, magic tricks, these
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unbe-lieveable outfits, and they get
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terribly upset when you question
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their sacred texts, written by women
hating epleptics.
[bridge]
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Their languages just serve to confuse them
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Their con-fusion somehow makes them more sure
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They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
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And hand out prizes when someone patents
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the cure. Where did they find these goons
they elected to rule them? What makes
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these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
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These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning
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new gods, so they can go on being
godless animals
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[chorus 2]
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Oh, comedy. Their illusions, they've no
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choice but to believe. Their horizons that
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just forever recede. And how's this for
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irony: Their idea of being free
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is a prison of beliefs, that they
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never ever have to leave.
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Oh, comedy. Oh! It' like something
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that a madman would conceive
The only thing that seems to
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make them feel alive is the struggle
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to survive. But the only thing that
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they request is something to numb the
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pain with, until there's nothing human left.
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Just random matter suspended in the dark
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I hate to say it, but each other's all we've got.