The Seven Deadly Virtues

[MORDRED]
Virtue and proper deeds, Your Majesty? Like what? Courage, m'lord? 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 unstatusing 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