Letra de Spleen Merchant
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.