Em Em C A7 N.C. (Remus:)Let's start from the beginning Em Adam and Eve bought knowledge Em For the small price of a little sin C They also lost eternal life A7 But what’s fruit without the pits? (L: Apples don't have pits) Em I am the Duke and it's high time that I dropped in C And since you haven’t puked yet A7 We'll know they're wrong when they call you sick Em It's unicorn horns and dragon tails Em Roman's dull creativity C If you want the spectrum A to Z A7 Then you'll need a little help from me Em From unicorn porn to rats impaled Em I give these thoughts generously C If you really wanna challenge your viewership A7 Then you'll need to stop limiting me Em (T:) What in the sh*t have I been drinking (L: It's fine) Em (P:) It isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinking C (V:) Alright! You've got to stop this guy from singing A7 (Re:) I love how hard you try it’s so cute! Let's resume, sure Em People don't like me much Thomas Em But that's only just ’cause I'm honest C Good and bad is all made up nonsense A7 (Ro:) Bro I'm gonna whip your butt! N.C. (Re:) Do you promise? Thomas Speaking of honesty Recently a snake offered me a morsel from a tree of knowledge Em He said you're wanting to be more honest Em And be direct, dealing with your issues C No longer will you deceive yourself A7 About the ugliness within you, NEAT! Em You wanna face facts I've got one Em Your late-night thoughts get pretty sick dude C If you shared those musings with your friends A7 I doubt they would forgive you Em Even though everybody sins Em Everybody Dies C Why deny yourself knowledge say~ A7 Knowledge of yourself Em You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old duke Em You need not feign decency C You see this house on fire I see it too A7 Cause you got a fiend in me Em So clap your feet and stomp your hands Em And dance off your booty cheeks C You can then bed your bottom I'll still be around A7 When all your loved ones leave N.C. Imagine with me! Em Licking the blowhole of a dolphin Em Your best bud trapped inside a coffin C Your grandma chocking on a losinge A7 Your pet dog stuffed into a sausage Em These sorts of things are only thought in Em The mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten C So let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten A7 Em Cause your head's not in the gutter pal it's in hell~ Em Hell~ C Hell~ A7 The kind of mind you only find in Hell
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