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 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 motherf*ckers like me.
Motherf*ckers like me!
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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 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 motherf*ckers like me.
Motherf*ckers like me!
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 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 motherf*ckers like me.
Motherf*ckers like me!