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Wingnut Dishwashers Union

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

Well there's a girl in Rhinelander who needs Kathleen Hanna 'cause she doesn't think that girls can sing rock 'n' roll songs. Well I don't think they

Well I've been working on becoming what I am In this bus terminal bathroom And these days I dream like I live Off trash and scammed greyhound passes Why

And if we decide that change is impossible then we'll prove ourselves right! But if that is the truth, well then, I think that there is worse things in

This is a love song to the rubble we've been building and to everything broken, or breaking, or falling apart, like we are. And well I don't think that

So I dip this pen in arsenic I write a song for every president that won't ever get shot in the face And I wrap these strings in plastic explosives I

I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians some call that anarchism, I call it having a fucking heart that beats I do believe in freedom and never

Well I hope that this voice of mine well it just leaves(?) Because lately I just don't know what to believe You know I don't wanna sing a song to you

Well, I've been smokin' bongs, and I've been singin' songs, and I've been livin' for too long, oh, don't you know. And well, I don't wanna smoke this