Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle

It's so relieving, know that you're leaving, as soon as you get there

It's so relaxing, know that you're asking, whenever you get your way

It's so soothing, know that she'll sue me, starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort of being sad

I miss the comfort of being sad

I'm Mr. Comfort, and I'm being sailed, sailed

And a false witness, I hope you're still with us

To see if they float or drown

Our favorite patient, display of patience

Disease covered Puget Sound

Burn all the liars, leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I'm Mr. Comfort in being Sarah

I'm Mr. Comfort in being Sarah

I'm Mr. Comfort in being Sarah

Sarah

It's so relieving, I know that you're leaving as soon as you get there

It's so relaxing, I know that you're asking wherever you get your way

It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, starting to sound the same.

I miss the comfort of being sad.

I miss the comfort of being sad.

I'm Mr. Comfort in the ensemble