"POISON" کے بول

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 aint nothin to know. Used, abused Locked up, beaten and fined But I got free Copped a plea And I can see That there aint 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. Nobodys tool Will be a public fool To manipulate the masses Who lie and cheat And eat their meat While the rest all clean their glasses In status classes.