Cherub Allies

If it's not comedy Then why are you laughing Like a frog in hotter water Are you so unbothered Incrementally promised off Your daughters into bondage To reverse your mortgage If it's not love you want You already have everything If you're not afraid of heights Then why do you keep climbing Into the arms of gilded stones Their vacant pupils painted white So swear it's so life-like Now whatever you've forgotten, I keep And though the cost of every comfort is steep Still, I can always draw a smile When I'm caught in the turnstile If that would make you happy, I would If that would make you happy, I would If it's not poverty Then why are you scraping The floor with double barrels Chasing off the charitable While the cherubs that you ally Hang skin over their wolven bones The hymnal sings a dial tone And whatever you believe in will end All the paths away from this place descend But I can always sport denial When I'm caught in the turnstile So you needn't see no final likelihood If that would make you happy, we're good