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LYRICS:

The comedy of man starts like this: Our brains are way too big for our mother’s hips So nature she devised this alternative: We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough To fill us in And, babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since

Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address Like say that half of us are periodically iron deficient So somebody’s gotta go kill something while I look after the kids I’d do it myself, but what, are you gonna get this thing his milk? He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt we can switch It’s hard not to fall in love with something so helpless Ladies, I hope we don’t end up regretting this

Comedy Now that’s what I call pure comedy Just wait until the part where they start to believe They’re at the center of everything And some all powerful being Endowed this horror show with meaning

Their religions are the best They worship themselves but they’re totally obsessed With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks In these unbelievable outfits And they get terribly upset If you question their sacred texts Written by woman-hating epileptics

Their languages just tend to confuse them Their confusion somehow makes them more sure Now they’re much too bright for the old superstitions But they’re yet to find a new one they won’t serve

Where did they find these clowns they elected to rule them They recline in outrage at the These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can go on being godless animals

Comedy Their illusions that are all that they can see Their horizons that just forever recede How’s this for irony: Their idea of being free Is a prison of beliefs They’ve every right to never leave

Comedy It’s like something that a madman would conceive The only thing that seems to makes them feel alive Is the struggle to survive But the only thing that they request Is something to numb the pain with Until there’s nothing human left

Just random matter suspended in the dark Hate to say it, but each other’s all we’ve got