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 stain have come to split your skills

Hey, heyI 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, heyI 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, heyI got your heaven

I got your burning hell

I got it all right here