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thomas sanders - remus's song lyrics

remus:
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?

logan:
apples don’t have pits

remus:
i am the duke, and it’s high time that i dropped in
and since you haven’t puked yet, we’ll know their 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 need to stop limiting me

thomas:
what in the sh-t have i been drinking?

logan:
it’s fine

patton:
it isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinking!

virgil:
alright, you’ve got to stop this guy from singing!

remus:
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

roman:
bro, i gonna whip your b-tt!

remus:
do you promise?
thomas
speaking of honesty
recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge
he said-

remus, quoting deceit:
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

remus:
neat!
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?
saaaaaaay
knowledge of yourself!
you don’t need to feel ashamed with your dear old duke
you need not feign decency
you see this house on fire?
i see it too!
’cause you got a feind 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 lozenge!
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’d only find in h-ll!

- thomas sanders lyrics

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