Clutch (band) - 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 sk**s 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 pa** 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