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