"We Are All Compost In Training" lyrics

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!