We Are All Compost In Training

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[Verse 1]
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I want freedom
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Not a boss that comes in a forty 
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ounce bottle of
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Anything or taped scotch paper
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I eat meat and drive trucks
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And shoot guns and don't trust in 
the
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Federal government to solve our 
problems
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You might think I'm joking
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But I'm not a Republican
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Call me when your president pulls 
out of Afghanistan
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Because that's the day I'll get a 
cell phone number
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And you can call and leave a 
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message on voice mail that day

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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I fell asleep smoking
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So I'd wake up on fire
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Because that might get me out of bed
 for a while
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And back into battle with the things
 that I breathe
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And the holes in my arms
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And the way that I think
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And if freedom is doing what I want
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Well that means I gotta know what 
that means
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Not just what it isn't
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So I'll dig up the dirt
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And I'll throw down some seeds
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Because the world needs more spinach
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Not more motherfuckers like me
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Motherfuckers like me!
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Oh-oh-oh
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Oh-oh-oh
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Oh-oh-oh
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Oh-oh-ooohhh-oh!