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