T/The Ark/This Piece Of Poetry Is Meant To Do Harm
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 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
Please don’t give me no warm reception What you call peace to me’s 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’s a call to arms I’m not singing to raise affection This piece of poetry is meant to do harmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
