Poison

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

Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026

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