Lirieke: MC5. Poison.

The partisans not the artisans are doing their dirty show
But I ripped my pants doing some dance
That I learned in France
And they think there ain't nothin' to know

All day used, abused, locked up, beaten and fined
But I got free, I copped a plea
And I can see that there ain't
No freedom bell gonna chime this time

Truth and love
Are my law and worship
Form and conscience
Are my manifestation and guide

Nature and peace
Are my shelter and companion
Order is my attitude
Beauty and perfection are my attack

False faces, fast company
A night of thrills
With no jealousy, no poison

Nobody's tool will be a public fool
To manipulate the masses, yeah
Who'd lie and cheat and eat their meat and think it's sweet
While the rest all clean their glasses in status classes