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      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