Poison - MC5

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

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