Procol Harum - Still There'll Be More Lyrics
Ill bathe my eyes in a river of saltIll grow myself right up to the skyIll sing in the forest, tear down the treesIll foul all the fountains and trample the leavesIll blacken your christmas and piss on your doorYoull cry out for mercy, but still therell be moreIll put a blight in the orchardIll run wild through the fieldsIll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wifeSavage her sexless and burn out her eyesIll blacken your christmas and piss on your doorYoull cry out for mercy, but still therell be more