Lyrics of Anne Elephant - Someone Still Loves Boris Yeltsin

Someone has switched it out of all this
So we put into a bottle
A small parchment tied with band

Til we noticed, quite conclusively
A raw and breathing pattern
Being scribbled out by hands in the middle of the sand

So I dig, and I dug
Until I couldn't dug no more
I have reached god's island shore, thank god it's home
And then pound this little mound
Without needin' no kettle drum
If I'm your prisoner of intolerant, that is alright.

I'm going to get you
I'm going to get you, anne
Only alone
You don't know what it's like
Or maybe you do
Maybe you do