Philosophical Zombie Slayer chords

Capo 2

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 [F]it's 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 you'll [F]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]

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[B]
[G]D 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...