Rock Paper Cynic - Philosophical Zombie Slayer
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He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
Brains... brains...
brains... he's got 'em
He's read Camus and Sun Tzu too, every literary pillar,
He's a zombie-bustin' Saint Augustine, natural born Schiller,
The badass bookworm boss of the holy cross-examination,
He fights undead mobs with Thomas Hobbes and ratiocination,
His enemies are both dead and not, in unlife left to linger,
But he'll collapse all their uncertainties by the powers of
Schroedinger.
You can tell him that he Kant, "But it's imperative," he'll
say.
With his David Humean touch he will commit you to the flames.
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
Brains... brains...
brains... he's got 'em
A syllogistic softy olden days of yore,
He read the Philosophy of History, and he's Hegeling for more.
He hits the road with Diderot and a fair share of Jean-Jacques,
So if you think he don't know frenchmen you can suck on his
Balzac.
You know argument is moldable like Plato in his hands,
You're barking up the wrong sophiststry if you're challenging
this man.
They call him René Descarnage, and you'll finally know why,
When it's finito he screams Cogito ergo someone's gonna die!
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
e
D 1p0
A 0h3 3p0
No one wants to go outside when the world is gonna eat'chya
So he'll touch up on tautology and brush up on his Nietzsche.
You can help out too, whenever you are bored
Just flip out like a philosopher, and put Descartes before the
hordes!
He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
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Readable chord sheet for Rock Paper Cynic - Philosophical Zombie Slayer by Misc. Unsigned Bands
He sp[Am]lits skulls with his a[G]xioms, and a sh[F]otgun named Vol[Fm]taire,
[Am] [G] [F] [Fm]
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
[Am]Brains... [B7]brains...
brains... he's got 'em
He's r[Am]ead Camus and S[C]un Tzu too, every l[G]iterary p[F]illar,
He's a z[Am]ombie-bustin' S[C]aint Augustine, n[G]atural born S[F]chiller,
The b[Am]adass bookworm b[C]oss of the holy cr[G]oss-examin[F]ation,
He fights [Am]undead mobs with Th[C]omas Hobbes and r[G]atiocination,
His [F]enemies are both dead and not, in [Fm]unlife left to linger,
But he'll [Am]collapse all their uncertainties by the p[G]owers of
Schroedinger.
You can t[Am]ell him that he Kant, "But it's [F]imperative," he'll
say.
With his D[Fm]avid Humean touch he will c[Cdim]ommit you to the flames.
He sp[Am]lits skulls with his a[G]xioms, and a sh[F]otgun named Vol[Fm]taire,
[Am] [G] [F] [Fm]
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
[Am]Brains... [B7]brains...
brains... he's got 'em
A s[Am]yllogistic s[C]ofty o[G]lden days of y[F]ore,
He read the Ph[Am]ilosophy of H[C]istory, and he's H[G]egeling for m[F]ore.
He h[Am]its the road with D[C]iderot and a f[G]air share of Jean-J[F]acques,
So if you th[Am]ink he don't know fr[C]enchmen you can s[G]uck on his
Balzac.
You know arg[F]ument is moldable like Pl[Fm]ato in his hands,
You're b[Am]arking up the wrong sophiststry if you're ch[G]allenging
this man.
They call him Ren[Am]é Descarnage, and y[F]ou'll finally know why,
When it's f[Fm]inito he screams Cogito ergo [Cdim]someone's gonna die!
He sp[Am]lits skulls with his a[G]xioms, and a sh[F]otgun named Vol[Fm]taire,
[Am] [G] [F] [Fm]
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...
[Am] [B7]
e
[B]D[G] 1p0
A 0h3 3p0
[E]
[Am]No one wants to go outside when the w[E7]orld is gonna eat'chya
So he'll to[F]uch up on tautology and br[Fm]ush up on his Nietzsche.
[Am]You can help out too, wh[E7]enever you are bored
Just flip o[F]ut like a philosopher, and put Desc[Fm]artes before the
hordes!
He sp[Am]lits skulls with his a[G]xioms, and a sh[F]otgun named Vol[Fm]taire,
[Am] [G] [F] [Fm]
John Locke n' stock, he'll rock your socks, this P-Zombie
Slayer...