I want freedom, not a boss That comes in a forty-ounce bottle of anything Or tape scotch paper I eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don't trust in the Federal government, to solve our problems
You might think I'm joking but I'm not a Republican Call me when your president pulls out of Afghanistan 'Cause that's the day I'll get a cell phone number And you can call and leave a message on voicemail that day
I fell asleep smoking so I'd wake up on fire 'Cause that might get me out of bed for a while And back into battle with the things that I breathe And the holes in my arms and the way that I think because Freedom is doing what I want so that means I gotta know what that is, Not just what it isn't So I'll dig up the dirt And I'll throw down some seeds 'cause the world needs more spinach Not more motherfuckers like me