We Are All Compost in Training Lyrics

One of my favorite songs off of Ramshackle Glory's album Live the Dream.
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 Im joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your
president pulls out of Afghanistan,
because that??s the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and
leave a message on voice mail that day.
i fell asleep smoking so Id 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 that
is, not just what it isn??t.
so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world
needs more spinach, not more motherf**kers like me.
motherf**kers like me
(ohohohoh, etc.)