Father John Misty - "When the God of Love Returns There'll Be Hell to Pay" [Live in Atlanta]

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Father John Misty - "When the God of Love Returns There'll Be Hell to Pay" [Live in Atlanta]

Father John Misty performs "When the God of Love Returns There'll Be Hell to Pay" from the album Pure Comedy at The Tabernacle in Atlanta on September 27, 2017.

Video by Dan Newman (www.danewm.com)

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When the god of love returns

There'll be hell to pay

Though the world may be out of excuses

I know just what I would say

Let the seven trumpets sound

As a locust sky grows dark

But first let's take you on a quick tour of your creation's handiwork

Barely got through the prisons and stores

And the pale horse looks a little sick

Says, "Jesus, you didn't leave a whole lot for me

If this isn't hell already then tell me what the hell is?"

And we say it's just human, human nature

This is place is savage and unjust

We crawled out of the darkness

And endured your impatience

We're more than willing to adjust

And now you've got the gall to judge us

The spider spins his web

The tiger stalks his prey

And we steal fire from the heavens to try to keep the night at bay

Every monster has a code

One that steadies the shaking hand

And he's determined to accrue more capital by whatever means he can

Oh, it's just human, human nature

We've got these appetites to serve

You must not know the first thing about human beings

We're the earth's most soulful predator

Try something less ambitious the next time you get bored

Oh, my Lord

We just want light in the dark

Some warmth in the cold

And to make something out of nothing sounds like someone else I know