To me, whiskey tastes like freedom
To me, every day is the fourth of July
I drink my freedom in big swallows
Shove it down my throat ‘till I choke on it
And explode like fireworks…

Every great man that has ever been has said “fuck you”
Most of the rest too
Just like me
It doesn’t take courage to hate
Or love
None of the new heroes care at all
Where are my medals?
My parade?
Ticker tape and handshakes?
Television interviews?
Barbie dolls and million dollar paydays?
The check is in the mail

My floors are dirty
My tables and chairs
Counter tops and t.v. screens
Body
Mind
And
Soul
Stained t-shirt and bloodshot eyes
Are just the beginning…

Some people do their best work under pressure
So does the Earth
We are all diamonds in the rough