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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