If you think you've seen it all
Then you had better think again
Don't care how many books you've read
Or how many lands you've seen

You're still not prepared for this
Don't be misled by pretty girls
Or flowered gardens everywhere
You'll soon see what I mean

The family called Capulet
Will not forgive and can't forget
And the family called Montague
Is as unforgiving too

This is Verona, you're in Verona
Where hatred is a way of life
And you can cut it with a knife
The hate keeps flowing in their veins
It is more powerful than chains
And they are scared to turn their backs
It isn't [bad word] to relax
Not in Verona, lovely Verona
The population is unique
Nobody turns the other cheek
When will they get it in their heads?
Their dreams will never leave their beds
Until there is [bad word] And peace illuminates the skies
In Verona

On the surface all is well
Heaven on earth it would appear
second look and you'll see [bad word] It's no picnic to live here

Maybe the wound's too deep and raw
Archaic wounds take long to heal
And Montague’s and Capulet’s
Seem to thrive on their ordeal

What tragic price must we pay
For bad blood to be washed away?
It's all too sad to contemplate
And it's all because of hate

In my Verona, perfect Verona
Two families with an ancient [bad word] That all their praying cannot budge
An endless battle of two foes
And neither one can find repose
As families swim against the [bad word] meet some people who reside
In Verona, charming Verona
This one is called Benvolio
And that's his friend Mercutio

These two are always in accord
But [bad word] Tybalt with sword
But in this town I am the law
It's tough 'cos everyone's at war

Mercutio:
He's mad, we are the law here

Benvolio:
We are too wild to be controlled

Tybalt:
I am too brave, I am too bold
 [bad word] 
In [bad word] to Verona
The population is unique
Nobody turns the other cheek
The hate keeps flowing in our veins
Hate is more powerful than chains
No wonder danger's in the air
The enemy is everywhere