You Suck! But Your Peanut Butter Is OK

Would you exist without all the fists the music clenched for you.
You're dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist.
Right down to your views. It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't want to hear it.
Go preach to your [bad word] choir. You [bad word] and moan for what's no longer your own.
You're [bad word] on the motives of my friends.
I understand what you're saying, what you're going through, but your point never ends.
The ticket price. The songs that you write.