Brian Ritchie

Heretical poetry and italian wine
please take me away from the modern times
freedom means nothing when you're out of luck
but nothing is freedom if you loose attack
I have dirty feet I got nowhere to go
I have dirty feet laying on the street
and got a smile on my face

I got a million persons inside my head
a thousand are dead and the rest feel bad
but nothing can hurt me I am not working today
freedom means nothing on such a sunny day