The partisans not the artisans
Are doing their dirty job,
But i ripped my pants
Doing some dance
That i learned in France.
And they think there ain't
nothin' to know.

Used, abused,
Locked up, beaten and fined...
But i got free,
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,
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.
Who lie and cheat,
And eat their meat,
And think it's sweet,
While the rest all clean their glasses
In status classes.

(mc5 - poison)