I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All Songtext
von 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 the war
Of defending any Goliath
That would deign 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, mm
I guess time just makes fools of us all

My drink is watered down
The 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
Hm, and he came to brawl

Go and serve your client notice
That of all the young gods 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 make fools of us all

I killed a rattlesnake this morning
It was coiled up behind the truck
Put it in reverse and hit it clean
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?

Headlights headed 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