| 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
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| You’ll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo
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| Or making my Beelzebubble 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 |