I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All - Father John Misty

Our naked bodies go on trial

Just for laughing at the joke

Just for saying of the bargain

What any salesgirl already knows

Most of us old men die at the firing line

Just waiting for our number to be called

I guess time just makes fools of us all

Now, the king regales his stepsons

When he's loaded as a gun

Says, "A real man is like a country

You need a map to find you one"

Now why do you suppose you must approach the throne

With its back up against the wall?

I guess time just makes fools of us all

The greatish minds of my generation

Gladly conscripted in war

Of defending any Goliath

That would darken the door

Now with your genius for picking battles

It's no wonder every helmet is too small

I guess time just makes fools of us all

I guess time just makes fools of us all

My drink is watered down

My champion's on his knees

He lost the rematch, he lost the comeback

He lost for charity

But that's the job

It's what gets the asses in the hall

They came for a beating

And he came to brawl

Go and serve your client notice

That of all the young gods that I have known

Yours is easily the least famous

To turn down the cover of the Rolling Stone

Lily white faces so familiar

And yet impossible to recall

I guess time just makes fools of us all

After a millennia of good times

God said, "Hey now, let's have a dream

Where we raise the stakes a little

Come on, let's make things interesting

Parachute into the Anthropocene

An amnesiac, a himbo ken doll

I guess time does makes fools of us all"

I killed a rattlesnake this morning

It was coiled up behind the truck

Put it in reverse and hit him clean

But something he said went in and stuck

"Hey, I can sell you a million records

I mean your image could use an overhaul

Don't you know time just makes fools of us all"

The headlights heading southbound

The loser's exodus

That's where you'll find me in Las Vegas

Doing my greatest hits

Me and Dixie we had ourselves a ball

I followed my dreams

And my dreams said to crawl

The groom is a liar

And the bride is a shill

The priest says, "If these two don't make it

Who among us ever will?"

Don't ask the love you dare for a prediction

Wherein the lovers of tomorrow are involved

I guess time just makes fools of us all

Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all

Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all