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Pure Comedy

Key: E

Introduction:

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The comedy of man starts like this
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Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
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And so Nature, she divines this alternative
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We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets 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 much how it's been ever since
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Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
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Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
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So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
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I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
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He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
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It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
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Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this
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Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
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Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
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They're at the center of everything
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And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
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Oh, their religions are the best
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They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
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With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
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And they get terribly upset
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When you question their sacred texts
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Written by woman-hating epileptics
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Their languages just serve to confuse them
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Their confusion 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 the cure
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Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
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What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
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These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
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So they can go on being godless animals
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Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
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Their horizons that just forever recede
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And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
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That they never ever have to leave
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Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
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The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
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But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
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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 got