Spleen Merchant - Clutch

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, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here

Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines

If bad, you can toss them back and stuff them 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

Hey, hey

I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here

Fertilizer makes your corn row higher, but makes your back yard stink

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

Hey, hey

I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here