Were All Compost In Training

Intro:
G Am F x2


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

C G Am F x2

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