We Are All Compost In Training

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[Verse 1]

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i want freedom, not a boss that 
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comes in a forty ounce bottle of 
anything or
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taped scotch paper.
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i eat meat and drive trucks and 
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shoot guns and don’t trust in the 
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federal
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government to solve our problems.
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you might think I'm joking, but Im
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 not a republican. call me when your
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president pulls out of Afghanistan,
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because that’s the day Ill get a 
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cell phone number, and you can call 
and
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leave a message on voice mail that 
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day.

[Instrumental]

G D Em C (x2)

[Verse 2]
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i fell asleep smoking so Id wake 
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up on fire, because that might get 
me out
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of bed for a while
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and back into battle with the 
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things that I breathe, and the holes
 in my
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arms, and the way that i think.
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and if freedom is doing what i 
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want, well that means I gotta know 
what that
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is, not just what it isn’t.
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so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill 
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throw down some seeds, because the 
world
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needs more spinach, not more 
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motherfuckers like me.
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motherfuckers like me