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Clutch - Spleen Merchant Lyrics

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  • 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.

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