Lyrics Forbidden Fruit (The Duke's Theme) - Thomas Sanders

Adam and Eve bought knowledge
For the small price of a little sin
They also lost eternal life
But what's fruit without the pits?

I am the Duke and it's high time that I dropped in
And since you haven't puked yet
We'll know they're wrong when they call you sick
It's unicorn horns and dragon tails
Roman's dull creativity
If you want the spectrum A to Z
Then you'll need a little help from me

From unicorn porn to rats impaled
I give these thoughts generously
If you really want to challenge your viewership
Then you need to stop limiting me

What in the sh- have I been drinking?
It's fine
It isn't you these thoughts you're thinking!
Alright! You've got to to stop this guy from singing
I love how hard you try, it's so cute!
Let's resume, sure

People don't like me much, Thomas
But that's only just cause I'm honest
Good and bad is all made-up nonsense
Bro, I'm gonna whip your butt!
Do you promise?

Thomas, speaking of honesty
Recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge

He said "you're wanting to be more honest
And be direct dealing with your issues
No longer will you deceive yourself about the ugliness within you"
Neat!

You wanna face facts, I've got one
Your late night thoughts get pretty sick, dude
If you shared those musings with your friends
I doubt they would forgive you

Even though everybody sins
Everybody dies
Why deny yourself knowledge
Say knowledge of yourself?

You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old Duke
You need not feign decency
Do you see this house on fire? I see it too
Cause you've got a fiend in me!

So clap your feet and stomp your hands
And dance off your booty cheeks!
You can then bet your bottom, I'll still be around
When all your loved ones leave!
Imagine with me

Licking the blowhole of a dolphin
Your best bud trapped inside a coffin
Your grandma choking on a lozenge
Your pet dog stuffed into a sausage

These sorts of things are only thought in
The mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten
So let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten
Cause your head's not in the gutter, pal
It's in hell
Hell, hell
The kind of mind you'd only find in hell