Intro: Am Am F D7 -nc- -Remus:-Let's start from the beginning Am Adam and Eve bought knowledge Am For the small price of a little sin F They also lost eternal life D7 But what’s fruit without the pits? -L: Apples don't have pits- Am I am the Duke and it's high time that I dropped in F And since you haven’t puked yet D7 We'll know they're wrong when they call you sick Am It's unicorn horns and dragon tails Am Roman's dull creativity F If you want the spectrum a to Z D7 Then you'll need a little help from me Am From unicorn xxxx to rats impaled Am I give these thoughts generously F If you really wanna challenge your viewership D7 Then you'll need to stop limiting me Am -T:- What in the sh t have I been drinking -L: It's fine- Am -P:- It isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinking F -V:- Alright! You've got to stop this guy from singing D7 -Re:- I love how hard you try it’s so cute! Let's resume, sure Am People don't like me much Thomas Am But that's only just ’cause I'm honest F Good and bad is all made up nonsense D7 -Ro:- Bro I'm gonna whip your butt! -nc- -Re:- Do you promise? Thomas Speaking of honesty Recently a snake offered me a morsel from a tree of knowledge Am He said you're wanting to be more honest Am And be direct, dealing with your issues F No longer will you deceive yourself D7 G#out the ugliness within you, NEAT! Am You wanna face facts I've got one Am Your late-night thoughts get pretty sick dude F If you shared those musings with your friends D7 I doubt they would forgive you Am Even though everybody sins Am Everybody Dies F Why deny yourself knowledge say~ D7 Knowledge of yourself Am You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old duke Am You need not feign decency F You see this house on fire I see it too D7 Cause you got a fiend in me Am So clap your feet and stomp your hands Am And dance off your booty cheeks F You can then bed your bottom I'll still be around D7 When all your loved ones leave -nc- Imagine with me! Am Licking the blowhole of a dolphin Am Your best bud trapped inside a coffin F Your grandma chocking on a losinge D7 Your pet dog stuffed into a sausage Am These sorts of things are only thought in Am The mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten F So let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten D7 Am Cause your head's not in the gutter pal it's in hell~ Am Hell~ F Hell~ D7 The kind of mind you only find in Hell
