Ramshackle Glory - We Are All Compost In Training | Текст песни

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I want freedom, not a boss
that comes in a forty ounce
bottle of anything or taped 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, because that's the day I'll get a cell phone number,
and you can call and leave a message on voice mail that day.

I fell asleep smoking so I'd wake up on fire,
because 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.
And if freedom is doing what I want,
well that means i gotta know what is,
not just what it isn't.
So I'll dig up the dirt and I'll throw down some seeds, because the world needs more spinach,
not more motherfuckers like me.
Motherfuckers like me!
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-ooohhh-oh!


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