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Well, of course

I'd rather sleep on your front porch

Then on your cat-piss stained apartment floor

I wrote some songs about my life

And I don't sing about politics anymore

And you can bet

Until my last breath

That I will do my best

To never second guess

That from here on out

All these songs are about

How we are gonna weather this storm together

I'm still alive

And I have survived

And I can stand up tall with pride

To say that I haven't tried suicide

In the last three years

But that's not to say

That I don't have bad days

That I don't curse God's name or

Puke at the sight of my own face

I just found a better place

Where I can be myself

All by myself

There's room for you

Buddy, if you choose to smile and say

Fuck you to those Monday blues

And throw away what you hold on to

If it brings you down

So tell the truth

What are you gonna do

Until you turn ninety-two

Doing what someone tells you to or

Standing up against all of the bullshit

I might be poor

Well that's for sure

But I'll endure

And I'll go out on tour

And I lied to you when I said

That I don't sing about politics anymore