We're All Compost In Training taby ukulele według Ramshackle Glory (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro:
G Am F x2


   C                    G                      Am
i want freedom, not a boss that comes in a forty ounce bottle of anything or
F
taped scotch paper.
      C                               G                           Am
i eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don't trust in the federal
           F
government to solve our problems.
    C                             G                      Am
you might think Im joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your
                F
president pulls out of Afghanistan,
        C                      G                        Am
because that's the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and
        F                          C
leave a message on voice mail that day.

C G Am F x2

  C                         G                        Am
i fell asleep smoking so Id wake up on fire, because that might get me out
   F
of bed for a while
    C                         G                              Am
and back into battle with the things that I breathe, and the holes in my
              F
arms, and the way that i think.
       C                     G                         Am
and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means I gotta know what that
        F
is, not just what it isn't.
       C                       G                                  Am
so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world
                        F                       C         G
needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me.
                   Am
motherfuckers like me

Outro:
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