Christopher and Anthony - Jape

I go out walking with the old departed,

And I’ve been dreaming of these souls,

I feel so close in darkness,

I’ve got the vapor on my skin,

Tasting cold hard history each time my body chooses to,

Breath in a bird there is a honey bee,

Within richness there is polity,

Stick religion up your blasphemy

Mister Richard Christopher and Anthony,

Christopher and Anthony

Christopher and Anthony

Christopher and Anthony

Christopher and Anthony

And if they feed me to the lions,

At least the name that’s swallowed up somehow gets left behind,

It’s on my passport and mine too,

Stop with me religously,

Like prisoners with gantile

To the east the wind was westily

Wicked witches ducked regretfully,

This harmonica are mine eternally,

Mister Richard Christopher Anthony,

Christopher and Anthony,

Christopher and Anthony

Christopher and Anthony

Christopher and Anthony