Capo 2
Am G F Fm
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
Am G F Fm
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
Am B7
Brains... brains...
brains... he's got 'em
Am C G F
He's read Camus and Sun Tzu too, every literary pillar,
Am C G F
He's a zombie-bustin' Saint Augustine, natural born Schiller,
Am C G F
The badass bookworm boss of the holy cross-examination,
Am C G
He fights undead mobs with Thomas Hobbes and ratiocination,
F Fm
His enemies are both dead and not, in unlife left to linger,
Am G
But he'll collapse all their uncertainties by the powers of
Schroedinger.
Am F
You can tell him that he Kant, "But it's imperative," he'll
say.
Fm Cdim
With his David Humean touch he will commit you to the flames.
Am G F Fm
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
Am G F Fm
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
Am B7
Brains... brains...
brains... he's got 'em
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Am C G F
A syllogistic softy olden days of yore,
Am C G F
He read the Philosophy of History, and he's Hegeling for more.
Am C G F
He hits the road with Diderot and a fair share of Jean-Jacques,
Am C G
So if you think he don't know frenchmen you can suck on his
Balzac.
F Fm
You know argument is moldable like Plato in his hands,
Am G
You're barking up the wrong sophiststry if you're challenging
this man.
Am F
They call him René Descarnage, and you'll finally know why,
Fm Cdim
When it's finito he screams Cogito ergo someone's gonna die!
Am G F Fm
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
Am G F Fm
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
Am B7
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Am E7
No one wants to go outside when the world is gonna eat'chya
F Fm
So he'll touch up on tautology and brush up on his Nietzsche.
Am E7
You can help out too, whenever you are bored
F Fm
Just flip out like a philosopher, and put Descartes before the
hordes!
Am G F Fm
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
Am G F Fm
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
