We Are All Compost In Training


One of my favorite songs off of Ramshackle Glory's album Live the Dream. G C Em C G C Em i want freedom, not a boss that comes in a forty ounce bottle of anything or C taped scotch paper. G C Em i eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don’t trust in the federal C government to solve our problems. G C Em you might think Im joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your C president pulls out of Afghanistan, G C Em because that’s the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and C G leave a message on voice mail that day. G C Em i fell asleep smoking so Id wake up on fire, because that might get me out C of bed for a while G C Em and back into battle with the things that I breathe, and the holes in my C arms, and the way that i think. G C Em and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means I gotta know what that C is, not just what it isn’t. G C Em so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world C G C needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me. Em motherfuckers like me (ohohohoh, etc.)