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
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