We Are All Compost in Training letra

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 voice mail that day

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 that 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!

Ramshackle Glory - Letras

• Bitter Old Man
• Broken Heart
• Collapse, Fury, Redemption, Loss
• Die Alone, Live Together (Born to Lose)
• Face The Void
• First Song
• First Song, Part 2
• From Here Till Utopia
• Homeward Bound
• Into The Wind
• Junk Bones
• More About Alcoholism
• Never Coming Home
• Of Ballots And Barricades
• The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty (As Is Mine)
• Vampires are Poseurs (Song for the Living)
• War On Christmas
• We Are All Compost in Training
• Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist