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 motherf*ckers like me
Motherf*ckers like me!
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-ooohhh-oh!