Spleen Merchant

[Verse 1]

When I die, you can cut me up and take all that you please

But pity the poor, dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen

Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein-filled

Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills

[Chorus]

Hey! Hey! I got your heaven!

Hey! Hey! I got your burning hell!

Hey! Hey! I got it all right here!

Hey! Hey!

[Verse 2]

Wrap tight in Ziploc bags to benefit good medicines

If bad, you can toss 'em back and stuff 'em in sausages

Isn't it something so becoming? A gentlemen of good taste?

The appetizer's quite the pleaser, but might you pass the pepper, please, this way?

[Chorus]

Hey! Hey! I got your heaven!

Hey! Hey! I got your burning hell!

Hey! Hey! I got it all right here!

Hey! Hey!

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

Fertilizer makes your corn row higher but makes your backyard stink

And all the crows know where the wind blows, where water sinks

[Chorus]

Hey! Hey! I got your heaven!

Hey! Hey! I got your burning hell!

Hey! Hey! I got it all right here!

Hey! Hey!

[Outro]

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