Rock Paper Cynic - Philosophical Zombie Slayer

Capo 2

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He splits skulls with his axioms, and a shotgun named Voltaire,
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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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He's read Camus and Sun Tzu too, every literary pillar,
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He's a zombie-bustin' Saint Augustine, natural born Schiller,
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The badass bookworm boss of the holy cross-examination,
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He fights undead mobs with Thomas Hobbes and ratiocination,
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His enemies are both dead and not, in unlife left to linger,
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But he'll collapse all their uncertainties by the powers of 

Schroedinger.
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You can tell him that he Kant, "But it's imperative," he'll 

say.
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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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A syllogistic softy olden days of yore,
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He read the Philosophy of History, and he's Hegeling for more.
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He hits the road with Diderot and a fair share of Jean-Jacques,
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So if you think he don't know frenchmen you can suck on his 

Balzac.
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You know argument is moldable like Plato in his hands,
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You're barking up the wrong sophiststry if you're challenging 

this man.
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They call him René Descarnage, and you'll finally know why,
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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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D     1p0
A 0h3     3p0
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No one wants to go outside when the world is gonna eat'chya
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So he'll touch up on tautology and brush up on his Nietzsche.
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You can help out too, whenever you are bored
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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...