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Spleen Merchant Lyrics - Blast Tyrant - 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. 

 

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Hey, hey 

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

 

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