Christopher and Anthony

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

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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

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