Poems Vladimir did write
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with good intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
It was your godly entity
Who strapped the belt chastity
Around our heathen Mother
Nature is a slut and bugger
Upward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Holy Rome Contraption
Who crushed our lust for no good reason
When the tide goes out we find
A rusted, rotted Valentine
The Ocean said 'I gave you
Everything you need to make it Shine'
Poems Vladimir did write
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with best intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
Onward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Grand Inquisitor
For making my lover a whore
Oh strange to think poor child of sin
It was the dead that groaned within
For now we'll choose our makers
Of our sweet here-afters
Of our pine containers
In to which we'll lay our skeletons
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
Easychair - Shine Lyrics
Easychair - Shine Lyrics
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Poems Vladimir did write
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with good intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
It was your godly entity
Who strapped the belt chastity
Around our heathen Mother
Nature is a slut and bugger
Upward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Holy Rome Contraption
Who crushed our lust for no good reason
When the tide goes out we find
A rusted, rotted Valentine
The Ocean said 'I gave you
Everything you need to make it Shine'
Poems Vladimir did write
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with best intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
Onward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Grand Inquisitor
For making my lover a whore
Oh strange to think poor child of sin
It was the dead that groaned within
For now we'll choose our makers
Of our sweet here-afters
Of our pine containers
In to which we'll lay our skeletons
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with good intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
It was your godly entity
Who strapped the belt chastity
Around our heathen Mother
Nature is a slut and bugger
Upward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Holy Rome Contraption
Who crushed our lust for no good reason
When the tide goes out we find
A rusted, rotted Valentine
The Ocean said 'I gave you
Everything you need to make it Shine'
Poems Vladimir did write
Never passed by Olga's eye
Filled with best intentions
Bound by all of Earth's conventions
Onward Captain, Oh my captain
Hymn of the Anemic Swans
Oh bless the Grand Inquisitor
For making my lover a whore
Oh strange to think poor child of sin
It was the dead that groaned within
For now we'll choose our makers
Of our sweet here-afters
Of our pine containers
In to which we'll lay our skeletons
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
And make it Shine
Writer: Scot Fitzsimmons
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