We Are All Compost in Training Songtext
von Ramshackle Glory

We Are All Compost in Training Songtext

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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