Forbidden Fruit

Thomas Anders

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Tono:
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
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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 Cause your head's not in the gutter
Em pal it's in hell~
Em Hell~
C Hell~
A7 The kind of mind you only find in Hell
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