Victoria Victorious - Fiction Factory, Fiona Carlin

Victoria holds a certain promise

Of higher life for those who pray (pray, pray, pray)

Some are weak and taste like bathes

Fly blinded with a smiling purpose

Towards the light of Christian virtue

Where they can safely turn their back

Victoria, Victoria

How long?

How long?

We wait days at heaven’s gate

How long?

(Victoria)

(Victoria)

(No more, no more)

Though we pass one hundred years

Exceptional you callous child

Victoria the hallowed concerned

Looks on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Victoria, Victoria

How long?

How long?

We wait days at heaven’s gate

How long?

Victoria, Victoria

How long?

How long?

We wait days at heaven’s gate

How long?