D#dim/A G#/C The comedy of man starts like this G#dim/D Our brains are way too big for our Amaj7 mothers' hips A7 And so Nature, She devines this E G#7/C al-ternative: We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets A7 us on the other end A E is kind enough to fill us in A7 And babies, that's pretty E much how it's been ever since [verse 2] D#dim/A Now, the miracle of birth G#/C leaves a few issues to adress: G#dim/D Like, say, that half of us Amaj7 are periodic'ly iron de-ficient A7 So, somebody's gotta go kill E something while I look after the kids G#7/C I'd do it my-self, but, 'What? A7 Are you gonna give this thing its milk?' A He says, as soon as he gets back E from the hunt, we can switch A7 It's hard not to fall in love E with something so help-less A7 Ladies, I hope we don't end up E regretting this! [Chorus 1] E E7 Comedy. Now, that's what I call pure A A7 comedy. Just wait until the part where G#m G#sus2 they start to believe, they're at the G#m G#sus2 center of ev'ry thing, and some all A6 A B6 powerful being endowed this horror B B6 B show with meaning. E E7 Oh, their religions are the best They worship themselves, yet they're A A7 totally obsessed with risen zombies, G#m G#sus2 celestial virgins, magic tricks, these G#m G#sus2 unbe-lieveable outfits, and they get A B6 terribly upset when you question B B6 their sacred texts, written by women hating epleptics. [bridge] A6 A Their languages just serve to confuse them Am Their con-fusion somehow makes them more sure A7 They build fortunes poisoning their offspring Am And hand out prizes when someone patents Amaj7 the cure. Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes Am these clowns they idolize so remarkable? A7 These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning Am new gods, so they can go on being godless animals [instrumental] D#dim/A G#7/C G#dim/D Amaj7 A7 E G#7/C A7 [chorus 2] E E7 Oh, comedy. Their illusions, they've no A A7 choice but to believe. Their horizons that G#m G#sus2 G#m just forever recede. And how's this for F#m7 irony: Their idea of being free B6 B is a prison of beliefs, that they B6 B never ever have to leave. E Oh, comedy. Oh! It' like something Amaj7 A7 that a madman would conceive The only thing that seems to G#m G#sus2 G#m make them feel alive is the struggle G#sus2 F#m7 to survive. But the only thing that B6 they request is something to numb the B B6 B pain with, until there's nothing human left. A Just random matter suspended in the dark Am I hate to say it, but each other's all we've got.