Fuckwits in uniform trying to make me conform    I won't subscribe to your magazine don't try to convert me   You can't stand above me because I won't kneel down   You think that your winning but you're losing   ground   'cause I don't respect you I don't like the things   That you do I won't be a part of your game 'cause   I don't like the way you play   But I'll stay around and laugh for a while at   The robot with the plastic smile   I know I'm frightening you I don't react like   You would want me to but I've got better   Things on my mind than becomming   Something you like   'cause whatever you like would be   Something I can't stand and I don't   Try to make you mad but i could   Bring out the best inside it'd be   So good to see a robot cry   And you stand there but you   Can't see me 'cause your   Eyes are closed and I   Don't mind if you   Picture red 'cause me,   I'm a rose.