• Song:

    Rock Paper Cynic - Philosophical Zombie Slayer

  • Artist:

    Misc Unsigned Bands

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

   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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D     1p0
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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...
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