You've been watching over me
Saying you're keeping [bad word] 
I should be grateful, I suppose, [bad word] you to a summer's rose

You've been talking sweet to me
About peace and loving harmony,
But I know what you say of me,
So, now I tell you, cause I gotta break free

That I can't give you no false affection,
I can do without your phony charm,
This train ain't moving in your direction,
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please, don't give me no warm reception,
What you call peace to me is a call to arms.
Some are singing to raise affection.
But this piece poetry is meant to do harm

So, with what shall [bad word] thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?

No, take your words and take your vows,
Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows,
Let the cool winds roughly shake
Out all darling buds of fake

I can't give you no false affection,
I can do without your phony charm,
This train ain't moving in your direction,
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please, don't give me no warm reception,
What you call peace to me is a call to arms.
Some are singing to raise affection.
But this piece poetry is meant to do harm