Слова:
Harum Procol Still There Ll Be More

'll cry out for mercy, still there'll be more, still there'll be more Mercy, mercy, mercy, still there'll be more, still there'll be more [Incomprehensible], still there'll be more

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

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