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