Old Athanasius Lyrics

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago

You know his disappointed ghost walks the streets of Rome

One like he could never be a servant to the throne

The Silver Age, we turn a page and no more we know

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago

To see the slumping of the forest, of the darker gold

We hunger for the lesser evils if the truth be told

To flounder in the womb of plenty, such a sin of old

Consider the clay

You'll recall it oh so fine, fine

Look how they did pay

To go searching for their kind, kind

Just don't let it get too late

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago

To tell us of the holy places we may find the stone

'Atop the mountain to the stranger people seek to go

Instead we'll yammer and we'll hammer, never fly alone

Consider the clay

You'll recall it oh so fine, fine

Look how they did pay

To go searching for their kind, kind

Just don't let it get too late

Consider the clay

You'll recall it oh so fine, fine

Look how they did pay

To go searching for their kind, kind

Just don't let it get too late