Clutch - Spleen Merchant lyrics

[Clutch - Spleen Merchant lyrics]

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

Hey, hey i got your heaven
Hey, hey i got your burning hell
Hey, hey i got it all right here
Hey, hey

Wrap them tight in zip-lock 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 please, r, but
Might you pass the pepper please, this way?

Hey, hey i got your heaven
Hey, hey i got your burning hell
Hey, hey i got it all right here
Hey, hey

Fertilizer makes your corn row higher
But makes your backyard stink
And all the crows know where the wind blows
Where water sinks

Hey, hey i got your heaven
Hey, hey i got your burning hell
Hey, hey i got it all right here
Hey, hey

Hey, hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey

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