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