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The seven deadly virtues, those ghastly little traps |
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Oh no, my liege, they were not meant for me |
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Those seven deadly virtues were made for other chaps |
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Who love a life of failure and ennui |
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Take courage now there's a sport |
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An invitation to the state of Rigor Mort |
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And purity a noble yen |
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And very restful every now and then |
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I find humility means to be hurt |
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It's not the earth the meek inherit, it's the dirt |
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Honesty is fatal, it should be taboo |
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Diligence a fate I would hate |
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If charity means giving, I give it to you |
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And fidelity is only for your mate, ha |
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You'll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo |
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Or making my beelze bubble burst |
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Let others take the high road, I will take the low |
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I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go |
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With all those seven deadly virtues |
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Free and happy little me has not been cursed |
