Forbidden Fruit
Thomas Anders
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Em Em C A7 N.C. (Remus:)Let's start from the beginningEm Adam and Eve bought knowledgeEm For the small price of a little sinC They also lost eternal lifeA7 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 inC And since you haven’t puked yetA7 We'll know they're wrong when they call you sickEm It's unicorn horns and dragon tailsEm Roman's dull creativityC If you want the spectrum A to ZA7 Then you'll need a little help from meEm From unicorn porn to rats impaledEm I give these thoughts generouslyC If you really wanna challenge your viewershipA7 Then you'll need to stop limiting meEm (T:) What in the sh*t have I been drinking (L: It's fine)Em (P:) It isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinkingContinúa después del anuncioC (V:) Alright! You've got to stop this guy from singingA7 (Re:) I love how hard you try it’s so cute! Let's resume, sureEm People don't like me much ThomasEm But that's only just ’cause I'm honestC Good and bad is all made up nonsenseA7 (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 knowledgeEm He said you're wanting to be more honestEm And be direct, dealing with your issuesC No longer will you deceive yourselfA7 About the ugliness within you, NEAT!Em You wanna face facts I've got oneEm Your late-night thoughts get pretty sick dudeC If you shared those musings with your friendsA7 I doubt they would forgive youEm Even though everybody sinsEm Everybody DiesC Why deny yourself knowledge say~A7 Knowledge of yourselfEm You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old dukeEm You need not feign decencyC You see this house on fire I see it tooA7 Cause you got a fiend in meEm So clap your feet and stomp your handsEm And dance off your booty cheeksC You can then bed your bottom I'll still be aroundA7 When all your loved ones leave N.C. Imagine with me!Em Licking the blowhole of a dolphinEm Your best bud trapped inside a coffinC Your grandma chocking on a losingeA7 Your pet dog stuffed into a sausageEm These sorts of things are only thought inEm The mind of a man whose soul is truly rottenC So let all your hopes of heaven be forgottenA7 Cause your head's not in the gutterEm pal it's in hell~Em Hell~C Hell~A7 The kind of mind you only find in Hell