Still There'll Be More

Lyrics for Still There'll Be More

I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt I'll grow myself right up to the sky I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees I'll foul all the fountains, trample the leaves I'll blacken your Christmas And piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy Still, there'll be more I'll put a blight in the orchard I'll run wild through the fields I'll waylay your daughter, kidnap your wife Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes I'll blacken your Christmas And piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy Still, there'll be more I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt I'll grow myself right up to the sky I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees I'll foul all the fountains, trample the leaves I'll blacken your Christmas And piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy Still, there'll be more Still, there'll be more Just come back and see You'll get what's coming from me I'll blacken your Christmas And piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy Still, there'll be more Still, there'll be more Mercy, mercy, mercy Still, there'll be more Mercy Still, there'll be more