Still There'll Be More Lyrics

Artist: Procol Harum
Album: Home

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 and trample the leaves
I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door
You'll cry out for mercy, but 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 and 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, but still there'll be more

Related:
Procol Harum Lyrics
Procol Harum Home Lyrics

More Procol Harum Music Lyrics:
Procol Harum - A Souvenir of London Lyrics
Procol Harum - Beyond The Pale Lyrics
Procol Harum - In the Autumn of My Madness Lyrics
Procol Harum - Nothing that I Didn't Know Lyrics
Procol Harum - Poor Mohammed Lyrics
Procol Harum - T.V. Ceasar Lyrics
Procol Harum - 'Twas Tea-time at the Circus Lyrics
Procol Harum - Your Own Choice Lyrics