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We Are All Compost in Training Lyrics

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, because that's the day I'll get a cell phone number, and you can call and leave a message on voice mail that day. I fell asleep smoking so I'd wake up on fire, because 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, because the world needs more spinach, not more m************ like me. m************ like me! Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-ooohhh-oh!
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