Ramshackle Glory - We are all compost in training

i want freed^Gom, not a boss that c^Domes in a forty ounce ^Embottle of anything or ^Ctaped scotch paper. i eat ^Gmeat and drive trucks and shoot ^Dguns and don’t trust in the ^Emfederal government ^Cto solve our problems. you ^Gmight think I'm joking, but Im^D not a republican. call ^Emme when your president pulls ^Cout of Afghanistan, beca^Guse that’s the day Ill get ^Da cell phone number, and ^Emyou can call and leave a ^Cmessage on voice mail that ^Gday.

i ^Gfell asleep smoking so Id ^Dwake up on fire, because ^Emthat might get me out of ^Cbed for a while and ^Gback into battle with the ^Dthings that I breathe, and the ^Emholes in my arms, and the ^Cway that i think. and if ^Gfreedom is doing what ^Di want, well that means I ^Emgotta know what that is, not ^Cjust what it isn’t. so Ill ^Gdig up the dirt and Ill ^Dthrow down some seeds, because the ^Emworld needs more spinach, not ^Cmore motherfuckers like ^Gme. ^D motherfuckers like ^Emme