You've been watching over me Saying you're keeping me company I should be grateful, I suppose And compare you to a summer's rose You've been talking sweet to me About peace and loving harmony But I know what you say about me So now I tell you cause I gotta break free That I can't give no false affection I can do without your phony charm This train ain't movin 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 of poetry is meant to do harm So with what shall I compare 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 movin in your direction This piece of poetry is meant to do harm And don't you give me no warm reception What you call peace to me is a call to arms I'm not singing to raise affection This piece of poetry is meant to do harm