The Seven Deadly Virtues

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