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



Credits
Writer(s): Reid, Brocker
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