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thomas sanders - the duke's song كلمات الأغنية

(remus:)let’s start from the beginning

adam and eve bought knowledge
for the small price of a little sin
they also lost eternal life
but what’s fruit without the pits?
(l: apples don’t have pits)

i am the duke and it’s high time that i dropped in
and since you haven’t puked yet
we’ll know they’re wrong when they call you sick

it’s unicorn horns and dragon tails
roman’s dull creativity
if you want the spectrum a to z
then you’ll need a little help from me

from unicorn p-rn to rats impaled
i give these thoughts generously
if you really wanna challenge your viewership
then you’ll need to stop limiting me

(t:) what in the sh-t have i been drinking
(l: it’s fine)
(p:) it isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinking
(v:) alright! you’ve got to stop this guy from singing

(re:) i love how hard you try it’s so cute! let’s resume, sure
people don’t like me much thomas
but that’s only just ’cause i’m honest
good and bad is all made up nonsense
(ro:) bro i’m gonna rip your b-tt!

(re:) do you promise? thomas
speaking of honesty
recently a snake offered me a morsel from a tree of knowledge

he said you’re wanting to be more honest
and be direct, dealing with your issues
no longer will you deceive yourself
about the ugliness within you, me!

you wanna face facts i’ve got one
your late night thoughts get pretty sick dude
if you shared those musings with your friends
i doubt they would forgive you

even though everybody sins
everybody dies
why deny yourself knowledge say~
knowledge of yourself

you don’t need to feel ashamed with your dear old duke
you need not faint decency
you see this house on fire i see it too
cause you got a fiend in me

so clap your feet and stomp your hands
and dance off your booty cheeks
you can then bet your bottom i’ll still be around
when all your loved ones leave

imagine with me!
licking the blowhole of a dolphin
your best bud trapped inside a coffin
your grandma chocking on a losinge
your pet dog stuffed into a sausage

these sorts of things are only thought in
the mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten
so let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten
cause your head’s not in the gutter pal it’s in h-ll~
h-ll~
h-ll~
the kind of mind you only find in h-ll

- thomas sanders

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