Procol Harum - Still There'll Be More
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Request from Bagoodman
'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
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Thanks Man , This is back when you had Make Music no computers to clean it up no adding shit to fill in a empty space's You got what we played . And you would have loved the Women of the day they wanted to be soft and demure . I miss those days !