MORDRED The seven deadly virtues, those ghastly little traps Oh no, my liege, they were not meant for me Those seven deadly virtues were made for other chaps Who love a life of failure and ennui Take courage-now there's a sport An invitation to the state of rigor mort And purity-a noble yen And very restful every now and then I find humility means to be hurt It's not the earth the meek inherit, it's the dirt Honesty is fatal, it should be taboo Diligence-a fate I would hate If charity means giving, I give it to you And fidelity is only for your mate You'll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo or making my Beelzebubble burst Let others take the high road, I will take the low I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go With all those sevn deadly virtues free and happy little me has not been cursedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
