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, because 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, because 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, because the world needs more spinach, not more motherf**ers like me
Motherf**ers like me! Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-ooohhh-oh!