Letras: Wingnut Dishwashers Union. Compost Yuppie Scum.

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I want for another (?) bus
That comes in a forty-ounce bottle of anything
Or tape 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 voicemail 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 nose and the way that I think because
Freedom is doing what you want so that means
You gotta know what that 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 motherfuckers like me