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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

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