Ramshackle Glory - We Are All Compost in Training

      
 
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 i want freedom, not a boss that 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 shoot guns and don??t trust in the federal
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 government to solve our problems.
     G                             D                      Em          
 you might think Im joking, but Im 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 cell phone number, and you can call and
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 leave a message on voice mail that day.
 
 G D Em C x2
 
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 i fell asleep smoking so Id wake 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 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 want, well that means I gotta know what that
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 is, not just what it isn??t.
        G                       D                                  Em   
 so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world
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 needs more spinach, not more motherf**kers like me.
                    Em 
 motherf**kers like me
 
 play G D Em C until the end