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Well of course I'd rather sleep on your front porch than on your,
 cat piss stained apartment floor
 I wrote some songs about my life and I don't sing about politics anymore
 And you can bet until my last breath I will do my best to never second guess
 that from here on out all these songs are about how we are gonna weather this storm together
 I'm still alive and I have survived
 And I can stand up tall with pride to say that I haven't tried suicide in the last three years
 but that's not to say that I don't have bad days, that I don't curse gods name, or puke at the sight of my own face
 I just found a better place where I can be myself all by myself
 There's room for you buddy if you chose to smile and say,
 FUCK YOU TO THOSE MONDAY BLUES
 And throw away what you hold on to,
 If it brings you down
 So tell the truth what are you gonna do
 Until you turn ninety-Two
 Doing what someone tells you to or standing up against all of the bullshit
 I might be poor well that's for sure
 But I'll endure and I'll go out on tour
 And I lied to you when I said,
 That I don't sing about politics anymore
 Jesus Christ didn't die so you could be an asshole
 he didn't come back to cut you some slack for all the forgiveness you've wasted.