The partisans, not the artisans Are doin' their dirty show But I ripped my pants Doin' some dance that I learned in France And they think There ain't nothin' to know Hold it Show 'em (alright) 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 lie and cheat And eat their meat And think it's sweet While the rest all clean their glasses In status classes Is that the truth, servitude, oh-no-no