We Are All Compost in Training - Live

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
 'Cause that's the day I'll get a cell phone number
 And you can call and leave
 A message on voicemail that day
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 I fell asleep smoking so I'd wake up on fire
 'Cause 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
 'Cause the world needs more spinach
 Not more motherfuckers like me
 Motherfuckers like me!
 Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!