Virtue and proper deeds, Your Majesty?
Like what?
Courage, milord?
Purity and humility, my liege?
Diligence? Charity, honesty?
And what was the other?
Fidelity!
The seven deadly virtues
Those ghastly little traps
Oh no, my lord, they weren't meant for me
Those seven deadly virtues
They're 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
And 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
Un-statusing 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 seven deadly virtues
Free and happy little me has not
Been cursed