The Seven Deadly Virtues

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[MORDRED, spoken] Virtue and proper deeds, Your Majesty? Like what? Courage, m'lord? Purity and humility, my liege? Diligence? Charity, honesty? And what was the other? Fidelity! [MORDRED] 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 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 seven deadly virtues Free and happy little me has not been cursed